The Great Guru of Grum

The gracious Great Guru of Grum,

Rocked one day on his rounded bum,

And twiddled his toes, and tickled his tum,

And yelled at the top of his lungs for fun,

Cause that’s how things are done in Grum.

The Great Guru sat down to eat,

And spattered the walls with bits of meat,

And burped when dinner was complete,

I must confess, he was not neat,

But even a Great Guru must eat.

Oh the marvelous wonderous Great Guru,

The unbelievably brilliant things he’ll do,

It wont take but a day to just list a few,

Of course he won’t perform for you,

That’s how it is with a Great Guru,

Joyce Effinger