Armand Poetry

Welcome to Armand Poetry. The poems (and other words) here are composed for my own thought and amusement. Comment and discussion are welcome. -Amore, Armand-

Monday, February 21, 2005

Don't Stir the Soup

Quit poking at the soup!

When it boils, I go to stir it,
and then, somehow it stops boiling.

Then I take out the spoon,
and it starts to boil again, so I stir it.

Then it stops. So I stop.

Then it starts,
and around we go.

Well mixed, oft tended, cold soup?
Not for me.

I'm throwing away my spoon.
Let it burn!


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