Gloop

Gloop said he with the hairy face,

“Gloop I say, gloop, gloop, gloop”,

Gloop said he in such a slow pace,

Gloop we thought gloop, gloop, gloop?

 

Gloop he now says all pompous and proud,

“Gloop is the meaning of gloop itself”,

Gloop, what is this word he says so loud,

Gloop, what is this word we thought to oneself.

 

“Gloop”, he continued, “gloop, gloop, gloop”,

“ENOUGH”, one man yelled, “YOU MUST BE MAD”,

We huddle together in our very confused group,

“Gloop”, he replied “you're one nasty young lad.”

 

I, myself, was short tempered but shy,

This man was really annoying me,

My head started burning up I thought I would die,

But he continued his way “gloop” said he.

 

Gloop he would babble for so many years,

Left in the rain, sun and moon,

Stuck in one place for a thousand tears,

Breathed I, between gritted teeth “you are a buffoon”