Friendships Flourish
Well cross my eyes and call me Lucy
Met a young lady on the Soup
She turns my crank, gets my motor a-racing
For poetry I don't give a poop
We should rename it “Meet A Sweetie”
More appropriate don't ya think
This real cutie's on my mind the whole day
From her cup of nectar I drink
Age doesn't matter when it's a fantasy affair
Thirty years don't mean a thing
As long as our cravings are satisfied each day
The world continues to sing
Met a real bunch of sweet ladies here
Not enough digits to count 'em
All I can say is my whole life's been enriched
Each of these darlings is a gem
So this is my way of thanking the Soup
Where our creativity is nourished
Making all our lives a lot more worth living
And allowing friendships to flourish
© Jack Ellison 2014
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