My Thanks to the Poets of Gloop
I hadn’t heard of the wonderful Poets of Gloop!
How could I know that there was such a group?
I kept up a Blog where my work went to thaw.
But no one stopped by, no one ever saw.
Then one lovely day I happed on to this garden
So I strolled right on in, I do beg your pardon!
What I found smelled delicious, not gobbledygook
So I sat myself down and had me some soup!
I read and I cried, I skipped and I crawled
I laughed and I giggled, read more and I bawled
I thought, “What a garden they have here in Gloop!”
Then I pealed me a carrot and dropped it in Soup.
I had hoped it’d be noticed, not just sit and ferment
A nice A-type poet dropped by with comment.
From then on, I was hooked and set up my tent.
I’m here for the long haul, I even paid rent!
Those A’s and those B’s, now they know their knittin’,
But the C’s have such fun, like a room full of kittens!
I won’t make the A Team nor even the B’s
Can I please join the C Team, please, can I please?
Well I’ve read fifty poems now, perhaps ninety nine
And others have dropped by and read some of mine,
I sure feel at home in the Garden of Gloop
I’ll do what I can do to spice up the Soup!
After “The Poets of Gloop” by Becca Teagan
Copyright © Dean Wood | Year Posted 2017
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