Humorous poem about having a fly in my soup and a whole lot more.
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Waiter, there’s a fly in my soup.
He’s doing a dance.
He’s doing the twist
Without any pants.
There’s also a ladybug
Swimming around.
She’s just so polite.
I hope she won’t drown.
Now I see a duck.
What are you doing there?
Why are you waddling in my soup
With your tail in the air?
Oh look, there’s a hippo.
He’s in my soup too.
My bowl is starting to crack
What am I going to do?
Finally, there’s an elephant.
He breaks my bowl with his trunk.
You sure can see a lot of things in your soup
When you’re roaring drunk.
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