Ma's Soup

'Dinner won't be long, Dear.' Burt puffed up his pillows and squeezed one out. 'Better wash your hands, now'. The armchair smothered his glee. Wallaby faggots, Brown rice juices, Lentils, Barley and rye. Jumbo morels, Whatever she sells, Liquid fish stock, Brussels and hock, Tranches of offal from Thebes! Chilly jam and Fruity brown sauce. Round and round The rotten rump, The rancid ratchet rasped. 'It must've been that onion jus', Was all that I could gasp. Round and round The rotten rump, The rancid ratchet rasped. 'It must've been that onion jus', Was all that I could gasp.