A Goo Poem
We are a pile of living green goo
Who never loses its shape
It's almost like we are jello wiggling and giggling this way and that
One of us is harmless monster who wouldn't hurt a fly
But is friends with a vampire named Dracula
While the other is from another world it's almost like its alien
We speak in our own special language
That no one expect us seems to understand
Yet we can shapeshift into anything we could possibly imagine