Soup of Poetry

Flowing watery soup of words which fills his pen with bashing thoughts of clearing sins. The next word he writes will be a piece of cracker. He’s looking deeply down his notebook hacker; calmly sips his next word with laughter. Now making ingredients with soup words combine. He’s missing one ingredient that he can’t find. Next comes dazzling words of soup of taste, manufactured confronting words for a baby in a crate. Maybe his next word will be a soup of dreams. He is trying to figure out if their is a i in teams. Clam chowder hits his mouth with a rhyme word. He has graduated from Poetry Soup College and now he’s heard. What a lifetime of words to flow, he has no more soup left in his bowl. Ps-The poet in the making welcoming Mr. Daniel chicken soup Sweatt Jr.