For the Super Soupers
As I choose to peruse your poetic views
I absorb many mixed feelings in there
Filled with ambition, love and attrition
From shyly bold to ragged rich debonair
This cauldron divine proves to show mine
As a confused rhymers rants I suppose
Show me no sorrow, I'll rise tomorrow
I'll improve, but for now, I boop your nose!
Copyright © Pat Adams | Year Posted 2017
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