Soup's Up

The soup of the day, I'm sorry to say

Will be served neither hot or cold

Won't help if you pay, won't help if you pray

Cuz our cook has gotten too old

So fill up on bread, it's all you'll be fed

No more mashed potatoes or roast

No menu was read, no butter was spread

They all settled for dry white toast

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Tom Woody

Date: 7/31/2025 5:35:00 AM

Ha! Could be reality when the Great Tribulation arrives. The Rider of the Pale horse is at a gallop

Tom Woody
Date: 7/31/2025 9:00:00 AM

Mission accomplished. Have a great day Randy

Randy Freie
Date: 7/31/2025 8:49:00 AM

Please Tom, no more post-apocalypse portents. My ears are on fire.