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~soup kitchen NOT©


I was sitting
outside on my stoop,
enjoying the day
and my chicken soup.
The phone rang
and i ran to pick it up.
I came back out,
there sat an empty cup.
Well how do you like that,
so i thought:
all of it gone,
every last drop.
Along came a fly,
with broth on his wing.
I couldn't believe my eyes,
now i've seen everything.
A fly who likes soup,
but don't even share.
He then has the nerve,
to see if there's more to spare.
The rest is all mine,
you silly fool.
Be on your way,
soup is only good
for the caring soul.
So don't come
near my stoop,
if you're hungry
and looking for soup!
Hey neighbor:
there's a fly in my soup BUT
there's bats in my belfry!
 
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