This poem uncovers the true source of the mysterious goo in your fridge.
In my fridge there is a goo, A sort of creamy, oozing stew. It sits and congeals, Next to the meals, That later I was going to chew.
I do not know how begotten was this goo, As the food that I eat produces no glue. Could this slime that I am seeing, Indicate the presence of another being? A being who leaves behind a sweet smelling dew?!!!
Yes, indeed, the manufacturer of the goo, Must be a ghost; this conclusion must be true! This phantom likes the most, My tender chicken roasts, This ectoplasm is, truly, the defining clue.
my best friend is GOO. i like this poem have lot of sense of humour and is very funny. i realy had great time when i read it . very good imagination . well writen and something fresh at writers coffee. thank you
Very amusing once more! Would just leave the line I do not how became of this goo. To do not know how this became a goo.
Posted 10 Years Ago
10 Years Ago
Thank-you for your review. I'm trying to say that I don't know how the goo got in my fridge in the f.. read moreThank-you for your review. I'm trying to say that I don't know how the goo got in my fridge in the first place as none of the food in the fridge can become a goo. It is kind of an odd line though! I think of a way to review it.
10 Years Ago
Ah I see how about ... How begotten was this goo? Begotten is to create
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