The doors closed, the tickle came
The tension rose below my eyes
A recurring nightmare. Just the same
It always brought a new surprise.
No handkerchief to catch the snot
I filled my palms with all I’d got
I had to look, but what a killer
My nose had gave birth to a tiny Gobzilla…….

Reece Kaye

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lift-off-2/