Your Soup Is Ready
Your special mushroom soup is brewing.
The witches were cackling.
And giving me funny looks.
You are our taste-tester
The oldest, toothless one said.
I readily nodded.
Thinking they would have to
release me from these well-tied ropes
so I could hold a utensil.
Not realizing they aimed
to spoon feed me.
My mistake.
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