My Soup Poem by Morgan Uptain

My last dying wish
Is to see my love
Her name was Tish
And her laugh was like the 'coo' of a dove

We use to sit on a park bench
And listen to the children play
And one day we noticed an awful stench
And we didnt know what to say

But i do have this one regret
That my love had died before i did
And i never will forget
Everything i ever hid

I wish i would have told the truth
Instead of throwing that 'bowl of soup'!