Poem: Alphabet Soup – 18/07/20

Within my soup is the alphabet,
jumbled senseless,
no words,
an A to a C,
to a Q, and then
U!
I look up and smile,
I’m glad you found me.
 
I chuckle to myself,
what ironic wit,
if I do say so, modestly, myself,
 
you reach your hand out,
the right, clasping your spoon,
I bat it away mischievously,
this word play you will not rule!
 
Allow us to fish out one vowel
or one consonant at a time,
gently lay their pasta forms
on the line,
and arrange and rearrange,
magnificent times,
we have puns of fun which we multiply.
 
Then all of a sudden, you shriek with delight!
C-A-N-: you proudly win the fight,
but to my left,
I quickly grab a napkin, a pen,
and scrawl,
G-A-M-E O-V-E-R:
this winner takes all!

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