Goops
a didactic poem
a didactic poem
The Goops, they lick their fingers –
The Goops, they lick their knives –
They wipe their hands on the tablecloth,
and lead disgusting lives.
The Goops, they talk while eating,
and loud and long they chew.
And that is why I’m glad that I
am not a Goop. Aren’t you?