This is a safe space for all those who love food. Whatever your choice of flavor - fruit, peanut butter sandwiches, exotic delights...bare your affections here without fear. The only catch is...be slightly poetic about it. Let's play!
An Ode to Soup
Oh soup, most glorious of wonders
Was your origin, one of blunders?
A gust of wind, a pinch of thyme
Met boiling broth to taste sublime?
Your history too vast to note
Your travels wide, sometimes with toast
It is no wonder you're so loved
Sometimes with both hands in mouth shoved
You're always warm and inviting
Even when the cold is biting
You're bountiful, so many feed
A little stealing leaves no leads
Soup, forever so forgiving
Of all creatures, once were living
The strangest pairing of contents
In you transform and then transcend
No skeptics of your praise abound
One whiff, disarmed, with spoon are found
You, in turn, disinterest feign
And then boiling over, love proclaim
Oh soup, with or without garnish
Your reputation knows no tarnish