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Proportion Control

A tiny bowl A giant spoon My mouth’s too full Soup’s gone too soon Advertisements

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Equuaphagia

My horses are moping. They won’t eat their soup. I’m shaken, but coping. They say, “Whoop-de-doop.” That’s not straight transcription (They’re speaking Cavalli With lazy-lip diction), But carping is folly And leads to distraction. My point, to repeat, Is this … Continue reading

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Eclipsed

I’m sitting here a week ago Just slurping soup, look up, and, “Whoa! They did it! Someone stole the moon!” I spill my soup and drop the spoon Because I know, like my own name, Exactly whom they’re bound to … Continue reading

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Heat And…Line?

I understand the impulse. After all, if cooking is an art It wouldn’t do to burden you With too much detail from the start. So, “Heat”: That’s nonspecific, Leaving room for improv. Still, the nerve It takes to tell the … Continue reading

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Just Good Advice

Never bring a spoon to a knife fight Unless you also bring a knife A fork could be good In certain situations But a spoon is of limited utility Unless it’s very heavy Or you’ll be going for soup Later

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