#781 – Oceans of Ooze

Oceans of Ooze
Wait, how’d she get it so high on the walls?

Drool Monster

There’s spit on my bookshelves and all of my toys.
There’s slobber in every last place.
My book bag for school has been slathered in drool,
as well as each inch of my face.
For inside the mouth of the Monster of Drool
run rivers of drivel that flow,
and my baby sister leaves oceans of ooze
wherever she chooses to go.

Author: Samuel Kent

I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet. Follow the lunchbox doodles and poems on twitter: @LunchboxDoodler!

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