“Taste the Soup”
(Tom Entrican, 04/14/2022)
She slammed the bowl in front of me
In hopes a reaction for her to see
But I just spoke in a mellow tune
Would it be too much to ask for a spoon?
What is this dear you have given me?
For it's too steamy I cannot see
She popped my nose with the spoon
And barked at me, just eat the soup
What kind is it, perhaps a stew?
What’s this I see, is it a shoe?
Is it from a can, does the label say
To eat it or to run away
Perhaps I’ll wait until it cools
So that my tongue I can reuse
Shut your pie hole she rebuked
Grab your spoon and eat the soup
Did I see lye upon the stove?
Maybe arsenic, perhaps a dose.
Some rattle snake or donkey tail
Did you cook it in a rusty pail?
It is not that I mistrust you dear
But at times your cooking strips my gears
You get what I cook you ornery coot
So can the chatter and eat the soup
In total fear I took a taste
Hoping it was not nuclear waste
Said perhaps tomorrow it will be good
And on my head went the rest of the soup
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tommytoons (
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Comments3
Hysterically funny and good rhythm.
Thank you so kindly.
I prefer my own cooking.
As do I. I am chief cook and bottlewasher.
And a splendid writer.
A literal episode one might remember for a long time
My humor is as twisted as my intestines.
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