Rhymes with snot

Poetry seems to be overtly evident in my net sphere lately. I happened upon this diddy I wrote many years ago.

Tissue tidbits

The little boy who blows his nose,
and looks to see the prize,
what does he think that he will find,
there before his eyes?

A fish, a frog, a flying bug?
Amazing sights no doubt.
More likely just a slimey slug,
at least he got it out.

And spiders would be really nasty,
crawling on the napkin.
While fairies might be fun and funny,
pixie wings a flappin’.

On the low list, speckled blood,
and brains would be unpleasant.
But small change would be nice to find,
or a fiver or a pheasant.