My Dilemma of Soup, or No Love For The Crackers

Oh, nicker. Oh, nacker. I broke my poor cracker While putting it in my soup. I just wanted a nibble, But the soup had to quibble, And thus all my plans turned to poop. So now I'm here sittin' A poor man quite smitten With no other crackers to spare, On soup that's unlawful, So twisted and awful, That it kills with no thought and no care. Why can't it relate, And learn not to hate, My crunchy, crisp wafers of bread, It would have much more fun Not to mention for one, My crackers won't all end up dead. I suppose it’s too much To ask soup for such A commitment to love other food. But till its attitude mends, And it learns to make friends, I believe that my crackers are screwed.