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Pumpkin Soup

Every now and then I've a desire for pumpkin soup But this culinary journey Always throws me for a loop You see, I simply can't resist Picking the biggest fruit So enormously heavy I can hardly lift the brute It's far too big to chop So I drop it on the ground Successfully breaking it Into a massive mushy mound I peel and chop for hours Orange is everywhere On the benches and the floor And on my clothes and hair I make a years supply It's overwhelming sight Sadly the consequence is ... I've lost my appetite

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Ilene Bauer

Date: 5/15/2023 12:42:00 PM

ha! a delightful poem, julie, with your usual cool ending!

Julie Draper
Date: 5/15/2023 1:03:00 PM

Aww, thanks so much Ilene :) very kind of you :)

Yann Rolland

Date: 5/14/2023 6:30:00 PM

what a mess with the pumpkins, you gave me smile and fun, enjoyed

Julie Draper
Date: 5/15/2023 1:03:00 PM

Hahahaha... I made a huge mess! Thanks Yann :)

Alexis Y.

Date: 5/14/2023 5:51:00 PM

Hi Julie, I really enjoyed your fun write. I never had pumpkin soup. If I have to make it, I guess I never will lol! Are you a mother? If so Happy Belated Mother's Day. Enjoy the rest of your day:-)Alexis

Julie Draper
Date: 5/15/2023 1:02:00 PM

Thanks very much Alexis :)