The Soup Is Down

The Soup Is Down Now is the winter of her discontent It started since no soup was sent Off into the ether, gone somewhere I hope someone somewhere hears my prayer Return her to her soup I beg She cannot even get out of bed her fix is needed straight away She can’t go on another day She sympathise with any addict She is now cold turkey who could predict? Please, please, she needs the good soup back Her nourishment I know she lacks She is wasting away before my eyes Her family are scared tis no surprise They cajole and tempt with nourishing things But her soup is all they need to bring Return her to it I beg you please her family need her and off her knees She will return to normal I know When the soup returns you she will show. Get well soon PD I have just adapted an old poem for David Williams contest The soup is Down" I have changed it from 1st person to second person, he didn't like it I hope you do...