Poetry Soup Friends
My Soup friends are out of sight
When I’m lonely in the night...
Their poems I read
And come up to speed
And everything seems alright
Poems in shapes and sizes
Poets in different guises
Some are sizzling hot
Others hit the spot
Yet all deserve some prizes
Some write of nature and plants
Not one about the dear ants
Some hot body parts
Some mention the arts
While others write raves and rants
Each has a story to tell
And they write it oh, so well
Word play is our craft
Sometimes we are daft
To leave? There's no way in hell!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013
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