Food From His Soul

my chicken soup king, oh what you serve!
i smell with delight, the broth and the herbs
and here you are, with your big, kind grin
a steaming hot bowl, for me, your queen!

this soup, a gift,( your queen has a cold)
this feast of delight, a taste to behold
my chicken soup king, you are the cure
your heart so kind, this gift so pure.
shenightowl shenightowl
51-55, F
1 Response May 12, 2012

love this one :)