This is a poem I'm memorizing for school.
The Goops by Gelet Burgess
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,
That is why, I'm glad that I,
Am not a Goop,
Are you?
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