Three hundred cans of soup

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In three hundred, I pulled without fear, From my dentition, a grin quite sincere Clichés serve as my balm, In the chaos, my psalms Yet to some; I might seem quite unclear, With words throbbing back in my head, I ponder the things that I've said Did commentation run dry, As I reached for the sky? Or am I just tangled in dread? The gallery, it holds all my grace, While some think I'm lost in the space But in laughter and rhyme, I still bide my time, In this curious, chaotic embrace!

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Tom Woody

Date: 11/19/2024 3:53:00 PM

Great rhymes and meter and an intriguing title. Nice read. I always thought you were a she lol

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 11/19/2024 6:20:00 PM

LOL very much a he :) thank you Tom, for the compliment! Regards A.S.

Paige Hind

Date: 11/17/2024 8:31:00 AM

Interesting- we're glad to have you here and your unique voice. This flowed so well, A.S. <3

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 11/17/2024 9:08:00 AM

I am very glad to have this medium in my life. There is so much talented expression to be found here. In every corner of this kettle there's a wonderful ingredient. I figured for my three hundredth poem (on the site). I would try a form that I've never done before. While trying to make a little fun of myself in the process, hopefully the humor comes through. Thank you for the consistent support Paige! Much Love A.S.

Yann Rolland

Date: 11/16/2024 5:20:00 PM

delicious, enjoyed yann

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 11/16/2024 8:25:00 PM

Thank you Yann! With every one hundred I write, I try to pay homage to the people that I hold very dear. All of you; on The Soup. Finest regards A.S.