Soup of Poetry

Soup of poetry What great taste It's better than poultry Unique ingredients that won't waste The passion of hands that inspire royalty With a simple bowl So steaming hot What's in it, what it holds? One serving is never enough Don't worry there's plenty in the pot Words that float as you smell its steam An intriguing and captivating love Let's you comprehend what it truly does mean The art and heart it has of... In the kingdom of thy King and thy Queen In the land of poets and muse A beautiful world filled with galore of ideation Where jesters smile attaining all and can amuse The throne needs leisure or face execution Many things that are mad but yet can confuse Painting the roses red Is faking the truth to the emperors crown To be caught won't matter what all will be said You'll be judged and humiliated on a jury's ground All warning signs you've avoided to be read The token to a skill to feather and write Takes devotion and emotion from deep inside Flavor that foresight don't let it escape your sight What one without knowing might hide Soup of Poetry that finesses with delight