sally bicker

This is a poem that I wrote as part of a children's poetry book that I'm currently working on. The poems are intended for children in the elementary school set. In this one, I illuminate the dangers of bad habits.

Sally Bicker

Sally Bicker was a picker
For a long, long time.
She’d pick her nose the whole day through,
From breakfast till bedtime.

“You shouldn’t pick!” her parents warned.
“You’ll pick right through your head.
Instead of using fingers
Try to blow your nose instead!”

But Sally Bicker didn’t listen,
She just kept on pickin’.
All day long, and some nights too,
Every second the clock was tickin’.

And then one day, when she was pickin’
Something strange occurred.
She picked her nose clear off her face,
And her habit was finally cured!

‘Cause Sally Bicker cannot pick
Her nose at all right now.
‘Cause it’s kind of hard to pick
With no nose below your brow.

Copyright 2007 John Visclosky