Soup Rap

SOUP RAP You can pass me the biscuits, get a chicken from the coup An give me a bowl of poetry soup Since I schmoozed wid da muse an I started to write It’s sure given me a real big appetite Cos until last year I ain't never writ a poem From my brain to my fingers didn't know which way I’m goin But I now got da buzz, verses poppin hip hoppin I'll keep on 'til they tell me it's time to be stoppin We got poems that are sad we got poems that are glad We got poems that say 'why you treatin me so bad!' We got poems that are tough we got poems that are gentle Poems so sentimental that they drive me nearly mental Poems written in a purple haze alcoholic Poems written in a field - pastoral and bucolic See I'm learnin to be lit'rate usin good words not obscene Words like pastoral an' bucolic whatever they mean So gimme dat soup from the big tureen Diip my pen in the saurus if you know what I mean When the words are plated I’ll be re-stim-u-lated And my verses contemplated be appre-ci-ated So put your hands in the air all you poetry soupers Get it on, solid gone, you da troupers souper douper