The Idle Yellow Oozit by Mike Harding

We have a Yellow Oozit

What lives behind our sink.

It lives on cold nail varnish

So its eyeballs are all pink.

 

It does no work this Oozit,

It’s as idle as can be,

But this is not surprising,

Cos it’s got no hands you see.

 

There’s an idle Yellow Oozit

To the North East of the sink.

And we love our idle Oozit,

A lot more than you think.

 

by Mike Harding

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Russian and Welsh poetry. Also there is a selection of other poetry alongside reviews of literature, films, theatre, food, drink and various other matters. Any support via comments, likes, follows and subscribing is appreciated.

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