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Suzy, Suzy, little Suzy snot-monster, she was such an ick, such a yuck, such a grot-monster.

It started in January with a bit of a whiff, some snot and some grot and one little sniff.

One week later, she'd developed a wheeze, a cough and a splutter and a forty-a-day sneeze.

And then with her nose, drip, drip, drip, like a tap, dropping and dripping like a maple tree's sap.

By February the boys had started to tease, to laugh at her stutter and to jeer at her wheeze.

Four boys in particular, they were the worst, they spat in her drink and then laughed till they burst.

Poor little Suzy, she soon was quite mad, fed up and angry and really quite sad.

And so she began to collect snot in a pan, but that was just the beginning of her cunning new plan.

By March she'd managed to fill up a pot, chock fill of ick, full of snot, full of grot.

By April she'd filled up three more to the brim. They were sticky and icky, and really quite grim.

So she waited for the day that the school served up pea soup - pots full of thick, green, yummy pea goop.

No one knows exactly how she made her switch, swapping one pot for another without even a glitch.

But as the four boys collected their bowls of pea soup, in place of the pea was a special type of gloop.

They dug in with their spoons and with a slop, slop, slop - they munched down every mouthful, every bite, every drop.

And Suzy watched with glee as they sucked up her snot, every boogie, every germ, every mouthful of grot!

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