E.S.C.O.N.I.

                                                                                 

ODE TO A BLOB    

Oh, lowly blob,

Whose grave I did not rob.

 

On the ground you sit

So round and nicely split.

 

Were you but a few.

I'd bend to pick up you.

 

But alas, you're not so rare.

And although I wish I'd care,

I left you lying there.

                   

                                                                Rob Sula (2002)

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