Autopsy of the Blob

By Claire Miller

Prompt from our Poetry Soc Collab.

They tried to cut the creature,
but knives bounced off his skin.
They tried to rip and tear and saw,
but only stretched his grin.

The emerald jelly taunted
their curiosity.
His very being held the key
to high viscosity.

Eventually they used a spoon
to scoop him into pieces,
but this uncovered nothing –
surface area increases.

Well now they have too many
and they have to keep it hush,
so if you want to buy a blob
then head to your nearest Lush.


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