Souping Poetry

Off the market I dashed In search of ingredients To soup my poetry. To all kiosk and stall I went Yet I find none of it. Fagged out on my fro home Lost in thought of how To soup my poetry. There I stumbled on it Ingredients of my soup. On my way I paused For the first stanza My thinking personified With a poetic licence. I smiled with an imagery of simile All over me was a pun of metaphor. Only in consonance with an Hyperbole of alliteration. Paradox became my ordeal With an echo of onomatopoeia Still in an irony of oxymoron Dancing with a metonym. I got home with more Ingredients from my mind Then and there, I began to Soup my poetry in poetrysoup. Alayande Stephen.T 12.45pm 17th August 2006 On my way to Apagbon in Lagos on the behest of IPC Chairman,Lanre Arogundade. Specially packaged for www.poetrysoup.com, as a wonderful family.