human soup
fry the onion until transparent
add the stock and toss in various shapes
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I have followed all the recipes to the letter but I haven't got the dash of imagination that you put into it. I was in a stew...it was hot....I got out. I find that fricasse of dog is best eaten the moaning after the night before...being an excellent cure for for hangnail and hangovers. Now...what's for dessert? love Donall Donall
You're just too smart. Overducated. We, the common man, just don't get your stuff. I'm sure this poetry is excellent, but if you write so us dummys can understand you probably will be published.
A menu fit for a king of cleverity, indeed, paul. Astute penning. junior
Very humourous and inventful. I enjoyed the various portions tremendously. I don't know whether I would want to be in your kitchen, though, I might end up in the soup.
In answer to your poem's title I think you are going around the bend a bit but in a really funny way.I hope your life has not been as difficult as you seem to portray in your poems.I used to have a recipe I called Poverty Stew: you add plenty of nothing to nothing already there.I did comic improvisation when I was younger and almost got commited for that one-just trying saying this joke to a rich crowd.....another ten for your humour and keep writing.
An excellent poem it reminds me of Lautreamont's Maldoror and the modern book Kafka's Soup. Great work.