Easter Poem

When I was five I got a bead stuck up my nose.
Imagine my surprise--I was terrified.
At five, consider the consequences
of a bead lodged in your skull.

Would I survive?

The tears began to flow.
People asked me why
I cried and cried.
But I told nobody
and crawled under a table.

Soon I had to blow my nose,
from all the crying.

And in the goo?
A diamond? No.
A goldmine.