Table Manners

THE Goops they lick their fingers,
And the Goops they lick their knives;
They spill their broth on the tablecloth-
Oh, they lead disgusting lives!
The Goops they talk while eating,
And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop-are you?

by Gelett Burgess

Comments (5)

Michael, your poem gets my full 'approval'... good write!
who wouldn't appove of love? Lovely poem...moon, stars etc are perfect romantic symbols! Preets
A lovely love poem....Moon really is an inspiration Anjana
very beautiful love poem.
very good imagery....moon the lovers' companion