There's a Shark In My Soup
There’s a shark in my soup
Sat down at the bowl
just about to begin
When what did I see
but a little gray fin
Swimming around
and making a loop
A strange sight to see
down there in my soup
I reached for the can
just couldn’t resist
I needed to check
the ingredient list
Noodles and chicken
and carrots it read
Celery, spices
was all that it said
I looked down again
and now I could see
A mouth full of teeth
that were grinning at me
Two beady eyes
and a tail at the back
It seemed that my soup
was about to attack
So quickly I reached
and grabbed for my spoon
The whole time just wishing
it was a harpoon
I stabbed and I splashed
then I had to regroup
And yelled for my mom
“There’s a shark in my soup!”
It’s then that she shook me
I opened my eyes
It didn’t take long
for me to realize
That I was asleep
laying safe in my bed
That shark in my soup
it was all in my head
She said, “I’m so sorry
you had a bad dream
How about I go get you
a bowl of Ice Cream”
I answered her, “Yes,
that would be really great
But instead of a bowl
could you just use a plate”
Written for: Shark in the soup Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausen
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