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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