Thread:Cosmos27/@comment-28829111-20170924013205

An Ode to Cosmos who may have enjoyed her one tasting of Medicinal Slop.

New Slop They’re Makin’ by Amy R Frost 

Two codes diverged as yellow soup, Alas Cosmos could not gift both And she, time traveler, doing good She scrolled down gifts as far she could ‘til on her screen was pledged no troth; She gifted the Veggie, to much fanfare, And maybe perhaps viewed them the same, But Slop was classy, and plentiful to share. As for Gold Glop? - no gifting there but swear their need about the same, Both each morning need equally for play But Seekers Notes had trodden black. Withholding the new for another day! And only through Visits Gold Glop might pay, I doubted if she would ever scroll back. No runes to share Cosmos will sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two codes diverged as yellow soup, and I- I enjoy the one Cos hath glorify, And that has made all the difference.  