Another poem from the book MOXIE DAY and Family!

Tomato Soup
When Meathead came into the house
we all yelled, "Oh my gosh!"
Tomato soup soon filled the sink
to give our dog a wash.

He reeked like rotten sauerkraut,
mixed with moldy funk.
Meathead had been scented
by a smellorific skunk.

After scrubbing Meathead clean
it seemed like such a waste
to let that soup go down the drain,
I thought, "How would it taste?"

Tomato soup is something 
that my brother likes to eat.
So, I filled a bowl and placed it 
on the table by his seat.

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