Alphabet Soup
I'm leaving my soup,
I've had my fill,
one more slurp,
and I'll fall ill,
ran out of letters,
can't spell a word,
(so I've heard)
like jeopardy,
the wheel it spins,
some contestants,
never win,
with much contrite,
and my last bite,
I swallow words,
already ingested.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2019
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