Nette Onclaud Poet Rhyme

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

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Elizabeth Wesley February 6, 2012 at 8:57 PM Hard to resist a bowl of soup like this one Nette; is it safe to eat? Ha ha! This creation should tickle David's tast buds, Best of luck!

Andrea Dietrich February 6, 2012 at 5:38 PM How creative and original this is, Nette. I enjoyed it muchly!!!

Kash Poet February 5, 2012 at 8:09 AM Very good poem on the contest theme.A soupmail is on the way......

Jslambert Mister Roboto February 5, 2012 at 4:49 AM Choice Flow Poetess. I love the Soup Bowl TerminologY!~~~PeAce love, and Chicken Grease doves...(whatthee hellever that means:)!~

Sara Kendrick February 4, 2012 at 5:40 PM Great one..That expired crouton made it a winner..Enjoyed the work..Thanks for stopping by...Sara

Robert Pettit February 4, 2012 at 5:18 PM Impressive write here Nette. You have just made David's decision making more difficult.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 4, 2012 at 2:03 PM written so vividly for us all Nette luv.. we are rather lost if not able to be on PS .. at least once a day.. lovely entry with strong sentiments of expression.. much success sweets..