Herbert Glerbett, rather round,
swallowed sherbet by the pound,
fifty pounds of lemon sherbet
went inside of Herbert Glerbett.
With that glob inside his lap
Herbert Glerbett took a nap,
and as he slept, the boy dissolved,
and from the mess a thing evolved—
a thing that is a ghastly green,
a thing the world had never seen,
a puddle thing, a gooey pile
of something strange that does not smile.
Now if you're wise, and if you're sly,
you'll swiftly pass this creature by,
it is no longer Herbert Glerbett.
Whatever it is, do not disturb it.
Now if you're wise, and if you're sly, you'll swiftly pass this creature by, it is no longer Herbert Glerbett. Whatever it is, do not disturb it.....amusing expression. A beautiful poem is amazingly shared.
Now if you're wise, and if you're sly, you'll swiftly pass this creature by, it is no longer Herbert Glerbett. Whatever it is, do not disturb it. a great poem indeed. tony
So soothing, content and agreeable and so well crafted 10+++
Herbert Glerbett, rather round, swallowed sherbet by the pound, fifty pounds of lemon sherbet....it's really an excellent imaginative poem; nice to read;
An entetaining poem. Congratulations to the poet on his poem being chosen as a 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good write, thanks.