Ilya Shambat Poet Iambic Pentameter

Soup

Tired of seeing the ground?

Look at the sky of blue.

Spin me, spin me around,

Make my emotions true


Make them soft and tender

Beat them into a pulp

Put them through a blender

And pour into a cup


Set it upon a stove

And simmer and boil

Put in, well-cut, a clove,

Pour in some olive oil


Pour in cayenne and cumin

Pour in pepper and salt.

Tonight for dinner, a human -

Excellent plan to a fault.


Drink this turbid mixture

And when you're nurtured well

Take a beautiful picture

And renew your spell.

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