Turtle Soup

Aunty Murtle, she was Mad, Mamma said so all the time, But nothing she did was quite as bad, As when she bought turtle's home to dine. She placed they on the table top, And "Turtle soup" she said, But when they wiggled and tried to hop, It was clear that they weren't dead. "Are you sure that's not a frog?" I quizzed, Pointing at a nearby hopping turtle. Just then, passed my ear it whizzed, And landed on Aunt Murtle. With a startled cried my Aunty leapt. "A frog! Oh God! Oh no!" Then peered at me, her new suspect, "You shouldn't play with frogs you know!" "But Aunty, you just bought them in, You wanted them for soup." "You silly child," did she begin, "You don't want frog soup goop." "Besides…" she continued on, As was the way with Aunty Murtle, "What you can always rely upon, Is soup made from a Turtle." **For the Turtle Soup contest** **No turtles were harmed in the making of this poem (or frogs, for that matter)**