Fiddling and Footling With the Super Duper Soupers

Well if it isn’t the Italian Princess herself! I just KNEW we’d finally meet. It must be our: Karma, Charma (Whatcha say we…Ow! Look, you left a mark) I swear to GOD I haven’t been drinking Deb! It’s YOU that’s making me all: Woozy, Guzzi (Hold me up whouldja cher? Ohh yeah) Wow, I’m trippin’ out Ortello! It’s like FAR OUT to rap with you man and those threads are like: Groovin’ Ruben (I’m an old hippie, what did you expect?) Well look who’s here! Andrea, the sonnet queen herself! What you drinkin girl? How bout some: Brandy, Andie? (Or maybe some ‘Southern Comfort?’ Ouch! You too?) OH-MY-GOD, its Ms. Claudon-I-I-mean ONCLAUD (gulp) you’re getting me all: Sweaty, Nettie! (Here, check my pulse) C’mon Ms. Richards! Let’s take a walk and have a nice long talk about poetry…Why do you: Tarry, Carrie? (I KNOW you’re busy but I’m SO lonely) The Flower of the East! May I have this dance? Whew! Lordy me...Do I detect the sweet aroma of: Jasmine, Yasmin? (This was SUPPOSED to be for your contest but I footled around and didn’t read the footling RULES)