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;
And that is why I'm glad that I
Am not a Goop-are you?
Good poem with its good manner of representation as a classic mood. Nice.
The poet is disgusted of bad table manners and says that in this simple poem well!
I was read this poem early in life by my mother and always at the dinner table. It was her version of the Lord's Prayer. I have to say I have impeccable etiquette LOL I am also ever grateful for the experience and God help Goops at my dinner table: -