THE GLOOB OF THANNOOK - What next?
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Eight lines to a verse,
Eight verse, to a chapter.
Eight chapters a book,
Filled with sorrow and laughter.
Eight lessons for children,
The audience I'm reaching,
Without sounding glib,
From the pulpit, not preaching.
To the Great Colin Smythe,
I'll email the book,
And add in a sweetener,
If he'll just have a look.
No laughter or tears,
And the Gloob he not rate,
To Alzheimer's Disease,
Ten pounds I'll donate.
But if it is published,
There's demand for these primers,
All profits received,
Should go to Alzheimer's.
For fortune and fame,
I really don't crave,
So all royalties,
I'll willingly waive.