Tubs of slime

Slithering sinews of mucassy slime
Children are playing with this all of the time
It’s yukky whilst sticky
you buy it in shops
In various sizes of tubs with round tops

Boys & girls love this they just can’t get enough
It’s sold in all colours
the horrible stuff
Beware of this new toy
It adheres to the door
& the windows, the bed clothes, 
It gets glued on the floor

Mind you the person who made this well he must be pleased
Hes got every kid buying it
In their hands as its squeezed
They massage & manipulate
Whilst they roll it around
It’s inevitable bits will fall as it’s stomped onto the ground

That man must be rich now
what an ingenius invention
Did he intend it annoying ?
Was that his intention ?
To the man who made this grotesque slime
When he comes up with a new toy, if there is a next time
Before he conjures his thoughts & designs another
Can he take some advice & OK
It with a Mother