Here is a contribution from the newest Pomme Frites blogger --If I learn this poem it might just be the thing that tips the scales of ettiquette at our dinner table! Though I am not exactly sure which direction that they would tip.
The Goops
by Gillette Burgess
The Goops they lick their fingers
And the Goops they lick their knives:
They spill their froth 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?
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