Colander in tureen
I went looking for the pot holders
The broth was bad
Too many cooks I suppose
Salvaging this mess wasn't easy
But I could prevent burns I reckoned
Splish spash
The soup's served
We ladle ourselves about a bowlful each
And pass the croutons around
Tiny little crisp letters
And we make ourselves a soggy alphabet soup
To think I skimmed off the froth
Fixed the broth
Strained the soup
To end up with this mess!
Never mind what they say about reading the fine print
I'm not buying those tiny crispy letters again
They don't stand up to the heat very well
~ Sonali
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