Poetry soup? how do you make that?
Well you throw in some words, hell throw in the cat
Throw in a leper and throw in a rhyme,
Throw in your best friend and throw in some thyme
Throw in your heart cause it's there on your sleeve
Go on,add your Mrs,she's just gunna leave
Throw in the one thing that makes you unique
Throw in all your treasures and all that you seek
Spice it all up with some really hot goss'
and then throw in your job and throw in your boss
Throw in your family, just for the taste
Throw in your tantrums, their not such a waste
Mix it about as you jump up and shout,
"I cooked a poem, far out brussel sprout."
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