Poetry Soup
Lunchtime
And to quell my hunger
Searching cupboards for an appetizing treat
Tins of soup lined up like soldiers
Into battle – no retreat
Labels there to whet my appetite
Lobster Bisque and Pea and Ham
Though nothing really does the trick
A sandwich beckons
Bread nice and thick
A slice of ham with grated cheddar
A dollop of pickle to finish it off
Sitting down to write a poem
Sandwich in hand I start to scoff
Today the only soup I require
Is Poetry Soup
Merci Beaucoup...
Written September 2018
Contest ALL YOURS (Mar 22)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2018
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