Quick to the Plunder, Swift to the Spoil

Dribble, drabble, dropple, glump;
The sauce she spooned let fall a lump.
It wasn’t just a drip or drop,
Nor yet a spill or splash or slop.
It didn’t bounce, it didn’t spatter,
It didn’t crack, or creak, or clatter.
It didn’t flow into the creases,
Or smash into a million pieces;
It simply caught upon, and tipped,
The edges of the spoon…and slipped.
She stopped it quick as she was able,
With skill confined it to the table,
Where soon a swift and hungry chump
Ate that drabble dropple glump.

                          —The Swift Glump-eater

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