The Poem Of Strange Soup
My mother served a bowl of soup,
But something moved inside the goop,
I shouted and I raised my fists,
I hollered loudly, "What is this?",
"Just something I whipped up." she said,
"But something's in here! And it's not dead!
She looked at me with pitying eyes,
"Darling, please. Now realize,
Bodies twitch, even when they're dead.
So don't complain, you got the head!"
"The head of what?" I ventured to say,
"Your hamster, Fred, who died today."
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