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RECIPE FOR BLUES SOUFFLE
One-fourth dish of unnecessary quarrel
Half a cup of a sudden snarl,
Dice in a glass of “Well, I might,”
Add to this a little fight.
Melt a teaspoon of jealously and hate
On top of a pint of “Sorry, I’m late.”
To this you add a big complaint
Beside a bowl of “No, I can’t.
Boil on a stove of unfair restriction
At a high degree of a broken conviction.
Serve top of a goal you could not make;
Add a sprinkle of angry voices you can’t take.
At any time you may serve this dish
Especially at a party of a forgotten wish.
It’s contents often found to serve so many
Who generally eat and eat until there isn’t any.
This is one cool poem!! I loved it much! A very nice write indeed! Just remember, a lot of fussing/noise, will make a souffle topple!! LOL I really like this one!