I Like My Soup Al Dente
I like my poetry soup cooked al dente,
so lots of diced adjectives in the pot went,
and I threw in some fresh verse,
lyric, I did immerse.
I folded in liquid imagination,
and sprinkled poetic inspiration,
nothing wrong with a pinch of creation;
and a toss of wordy rhyme gambling.
and a swirl of flowers scrambling.
I sifted in beauty,
I steeped words gloomy,
it was a mix of eloquence quite soupy.
Oh, I like my poetry soup hot and al dente!
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January 25, 2017
Poetry/Verse/I like my soup al dente
Copyright Protected, ID 17-8688-02-0
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Poetry Soup Recipe
sponsor, Cindi Rockwell
Eighth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2017
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