Alphabet Soup
I feel like an expired crouton when not penning
On a soup bowl where spoons are all reeling
They would scribble like steam and taste what is read
Through minutes and hours, still they are not enough fed
As overnight alphabets brew from dandy stewing
Soup bowl has spices, purees and great presentation
And finest herbs with glories extract dollars and a donation,
The best sauce boils till TPS chef rams into a bodge glitch
There’s a fly on soup, error shuts down from techno ditch
Curdling word-ingredients; spoons like me burn in frustration!
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David William’s Life Without Soup
By nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2012
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