If you don’t know Blooregard Q. Kazoo,
I sigh ’cause I feel bad for you.
The prompter’s ode to a giggling sponge
Rob*, you inspired me to take the plunge
and tell you all about the animated friend
who stole my heart, though the show came to an end.
Blooregard Q. Kazoo was born of a thought, like me and you.
He’s loud and lazy and likes to concoct schemes.
He steals the limelight on every scene.
Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends is where he resides
with other animate thoughts of now grown children’s minds.
They live there with the hope to be adopted someday
by a snarky little brat who loves to play.
They all hope, except for Bloo, who waits each day at three
for his best friend and creator, Mac (who also created Cheese).
If Mac, for some reason, doesn’t come after school,
guess who’ll be up for adoption, according to the rule?
Because Bloo is like this month long poetic quest,
a daily meeting with our minds, if only in jest,
that consequently if neglected
he’s shunned, unprotected.
So share your rhymes! else we’ll never know your point of view;
just as before this little verse, you didn’t know Bloo.
That’s why my little blue obnoxious blob
gains a tribute here on this blog.
*Prompt: Two for Tuesday! (pick one, or write both)
- Write a goofy poem.
- Write a serious poem.
Today’s Writing Setting: At the kitchen table, after breakfast but before I washed up the dishes.