No Soup Tonight

No Soup Tonight

A Poem by Shawn Pfister

Five pounds of carrots were found dead

On the cold cellar shelf they laid;

Little lives meant to keep us fed.

Five pounds of carrots were found dead.

Why not the onions in their stead?

Think of all the soups gone unmade.

Five pounds of carrots were found dead

On the cold cellar shelf they laid.

© 2011 Shawn Pfister


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Thankyou, I liked this one it had humour I felt so sorry for the poor things!

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Added on March 1, 2011
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Shawn Pfister
Shawn Pfister

Sault Ste. Marie, Northern Ontario, Canada



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I am a writer living in Sault Ste. Marie, ON. I have had short stories and poems published in Vicious Bites and Vicious Spirits, both available on Amazon and will have another short story published.. more..

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