Reviews for Frozen Boogers
slave to the voices chapter 1 . 5/2/2011
I never read poetry, but the title grabbed hold of the inner child (okay, maybe not so inner).

As for a review, I'm glad it rhymed because I usually don't understand the ones that don't. I live in Maryland and, while it doesn't get as cold, I have been acquainted with the frozen booger.

I'm looking forward to another in what could be an incredible series. Maybe, The Plume of a Winter's Fart or you could do all the seasons; Odors of a Summer Workout, Spring's Chaffing Rain.

I was being so clever but I couldn't think of anything for fall.