I set the lid on top
And it vanished
Until the next morning,
When my brother confronted me
Stern, narrow face,
And then my mother,
"Why did you leave the soup out last night?"
It wasn't very good anyway... I replied,
Attempting to veil one shortcoming with another,
Then ducking out the door
To disappear the pot's contents once again,
This time into the stomachs of our chickens.
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