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Kenneth Zimmerle Poem
Eating out of a soup can
Sitting along the side of a track
Thinking about future and the past
Thinking about how I will get back
The train has done went through
Vanished far into the night
Sitting now here in the dark
Looking for just a hint of light
Walking for miles down the track
Soon appeared a little twisty trail
To travel upon this trail now
A light soon showed so very pale
As the light came so much closer
Found out I was back on the track
The light belonged to the little train
Searching me out to take me back
Copyright © Kenneth Zimmerle | Year Posted 2010
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Kenneth Zimmerle Poem
Looking at my bowl of soup
Wondering if I can eat it all
I just sat down to eat it up
When I received this phone call
They said my soup had been recalled
And I should not eat any of it at all
They said that if I should eat it all gone
Then to the floor I would surely fall
It seems that the corn had fermented
And then to alcohol it did turn
They said if I ate the soup now
My stomach would feel a deep burn
I ate all the soup that I had
Then went to the neighbors for more
After eating all the soup from there
I could not even find the door
In the morn I called the soup company up
To tell them I would dispose of the bad
They even paid me some money
For the best soup I ever had
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Kenneth Zimmerle Poem
Walking through the county fair
I arrived at the soup fest
I knew just right away
That this was my biggest test
So many different kinds
Endless varieties all around
The aroma was overpowering
I almost fell to the ground
I picked out a table near the wall
For eating soup it has to be right
I ordered my very first bowl
And continued eating through the night
When morning finally arrived
I could not eat any more
I was not really sure that
I could fit through the door
Made it to my house now
With new knowledge I got
Something I knew all along
I really like soup a lot
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Kenneth Zimmerle Poem
Eating soup at the Super Bowl
Cheering on my favorite team
Wondering how I got in here
Wondering if it is all a dream
The snowflakes have begun to fall
Again my team has lost this year
Heading home now in a snowstorm
Such a good thing that I live near
It is now a raging blizzard
And I sit here on my stoop
Through the flakes I write
To share with all on Poetry Soup
Stay warm throughout this winter
Eating soup and reading poems
Making snow angels in the snow
And playing with the winter gnomes
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Kenneth Zimmerle Poem
The flower said to the tree one day
Why is it you are always in my way
I do my best to grow in this clay
Why is it you have nothing to say
The flower was very upset and mad
Wanting back the sunlight it had
Early in the spring it was never sad
The tree grew leaves and was being bad
The flower hollered to the tree real loud
Hey you with your head up in the cloud
With all them leaves it is quite a crowd
Something I know you are very proud
The tree finally heard the flower squeak
Seen that it was now pale and bleak
Even though its' language sounded greek
It spread the leaves and gave the sun a peak
Copyright © Kenneth Zimmerle | Year Posted 2010
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