Cigar Soup Poem by robert dickerson

Take one large butt
(or two small)
draw the water
bring to a rolling boil
salt to taste
and glide it in;
slide in one carrot, thin sliced
one onion thinly diced
(a leaf of cabbage, if well priced:
guaranteed to make it better)
Enjoy it hot and eat it all,
for somewhere children are starving, and
it's a sin to waste-
leaving nothing over;
it kills the appetite you
might have had
on getting up
(let the birds
do the rest)
and see you through to dinner.