This time’s #terriblepoetry from Chel Owens is to write a soup on soup. Of course it is…
The Naming Of Soups
There’s a type of soup called Vichyssoise
Sounding posher than mulligatawny,
Hinting perhaps of a little French class
With a touch of something porny.
That’s how it is with those old soup names,
They’re weird and a little bit freaky:
There’s one that recalls this old man’s shame
When it speaks of his cock-a-leekie.
And, truth be told, I’ve sampled broths
That are nearer piss than porridge
As well as ones that stop all coughs
Even though they’re downright horrid.
Let’s cut the crap; no more this soupish snobbery
Accept the truth: both yours and mine’s a strone.