Glutinous globules of glippity Glop
Slipped from the spoon with a slippity slop.
Sad-eyed and sorry, I sat there and looked
As I tried to decide if the Glop had been cooked.
Now, I’m not the type who is wont to complain,
Though I started to wonder if I’d gone insane.
The Glop on the plate simply sat there and stared
And asked to be eaten if I could be dared.
Revulsion and Hunger began to debate
The outcome of eating the Glop on the plate,
Which seemed to enjoy the whole querulous question,
In anticipation of my indigestion!
Finally, my hunger I just had to sate,
So, I started to pick at the Glop on the plate.
Now I must confess that it wasn’t so bad
Though I doubt it will ever become the next fad.
All through the night and right up to the dawn,
The Glop I had eaten fought hard to be reborn!
Somehow, my dinner I managed to keep down
But I swore that I’d never return to that town!
1 April 2017
Sydney (not where I ate the Glop!)