Poo Soup    

 

I am sure I misheard

The words that you said

You asked if I’d rather

Consider you dead?

 

I know that’s not right

But it’s now in my head.

Such silly old me

You asked about bread!

 

There’s soup on the menu

I like that, I do

What’s on today?

You say that it’s poo?

 

Creamed, you continue

It’s special you see.

I know this is wrong

But, with a chaser of pee?

 

This restaurant is new

With a speciality palate

I am not quite there.

So the onion’s a shallot?

 

I long for the day

When food was a breeze

A coffee was simple

And sweets were a tease

 

Now latte’s are half-fat

And waste’s on the menu

I don’t understand

That food’s now a venue!

 

I’ll just drink my tea

And snack on a chip.

Maybe I’m asleep,

And this is a trip!

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21 thoughts on “Poo Soup    

    1. quiall Post author

      The funny thing is this really happened! The waitress was stifling a cough and I heard ‘poo soup’. We laughed about it and then my mind did a ‘walk about’. Fact is stranger than fiction!

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