It’s Motherf*cking Soup Season

What a time it truly is;
The days for soup hath come!
Mouthfuls of molten medley
Makes my organs hum.

Couldn’t care less which type,
Stick in a ladle and i’ll take it.
Pass me miscellaneous scraps from the fridge,
Plus a blender and I’ll make it.

‘The clothes on your back or soup?’
you’ll find me slurping starko.
In winter, I get reverse S.A.D,
My Cup-A-Soup is half-full.

Minestrone, Dhal, Oxtail, Tomato,
It all tastes grand to me.
Spent the past 6 months, in the mirror,
saying ‘soup season’ times 3.