Welcome to the Land of Blob
Blobs love poetry. There are more Blob poets than there are Blob polar bears. Fact.
The best thing about Blob Poetry is that anyone can do it. In the words of Mama Blob:
Who can do blob poetry?
Blob blob blob
Anyone can do blob poetry
Like a blob
If you are a child and want to teach your adults how to do Blob Poetry, this handy activity sheet should help.
Mama Blob is kind and smiley, and serves up the best home cooking in all of the Blob Land. If you ever get a chance to sample the delights of Mama's shepherd's pie, please do so.
Mama is also a certified ninja warrior and very handy with a wooden spoon. Cross Mama at your peril!
Tiny Blob is tiny. This would be quite good if Tiny was a detective, but Tiny is not a detective. Tiny is a warrior. Tiny is a giant among blobs.
Tiny can do the funky chicken and eat marshmallows AT THE SAME TIME. What a legend. Go Tiny!
Incognito Blob is a true blob of disguise. Incognito's favourite games are 'I Spy' and 'Spot the Blob'. Incognito's favourite food is cake. Everybody likes cake.
If you don't like cake, you're a suspect. You may not know what you're a suspect of, but Incognito is onto you.
Bandit Blob is the roughest, toughest highwayblob in all of the land. Bandit will steal any purse anywhere and strikes deadly fear and peril into the heart of many a blob resident.
Speaking of hearts, asides from robbery and highwayblobby, Bandit is a true romantic and one day hopes to open a pretty little flower shop.
Rock Blob loves listening to rock. Rock Blob loves eating rock. Rock Blob loves climbing rocks. Rock Blob is also a rock. The clue is in the name 'Rock' dudes.
Rock Blob's poetry is totally rock n' roll. Especially when Rock is rolling down a hill. Yeah! Rock on!
Love Blob loves to be grumpy. Love Blob loves to complain. Love Blob loves to shout very rude things like:
"I LOVE YOUR SILLY HAT. IT LOOKS LIKE A GIRAFFE'S BOTTOM."
I'm sure you would never be so rude. When Love Blob's in town, it's probably best to cover your parent's delicate big ears.
Dead Blob died in 1457, but Dead doesn't let that stop her. Yes, Dead may be stinky and prone to dripping splodgy blobdrops, but her brains are still one of the sharpest tools in the box. Probably due to the dagger in her head.
Contrary to popular rumour, Dead would not be seen dead eating blob flesh. Dead prefers fish and chips instead.
Tree Blob is tree. I mean, free. Yes, that's right. Tree Blob is a free tree. Tree's favourite word is 'chillax' which as every sensible blob knows isn't even a real word. This proves just how free Tree is.
Tree is a blob which blows with the wind. Be warned. It can be very deadly.
Space Blob is out of this Blob world. Mega, magic, and like totally cosmic, Space will space out at the drop of a hat. Or a coin. Or a very big stone on the head.
In Space's mind, Space's poetry is pure stardust. It definitely has some type of dust in at any rate.