A poet, nowhere for his words to stay
his poetic heart he does sway
to words of history, studied vast
written with truth which might aghast
He asks for me to read his work
this is a job I would rather shirk
I don’t agree with all he writes
Tell him so, he says alright
Brought him to soup he wasn’t sure
explained that all he needed to do is pour
over the words that are in place.
He loves it now, doubt no trace
Now he spends his time to write
historic poetry that isn’t trite.
So to all the writer’s that are new to soup
Look, listen, learn, we are all here to help