A certain place
With a certain order
Went all haywire
when the weather changed.
The orderly people
became disorderly,
when the sneezes refused to cease
when the temperature refused to reduce
when the aches and pains,
knuckles and joints
gave a hassle.
But then, a saviour appeared
with confidence, and a promise
too cure them all
of their ills.
He examined them
from head to toe
each to each
and prescribed
for a month,
the very same thing
to every being
~ S.O.U.P.
Vegetable Soup -
for every meal of every day.
The disorderly people
jumped with joy
and happily filled their saviour's pockets
with all that they had.
Two months have passed.
The disorderly people
are more chaotic and ill
than ever.
Their saviour,
has made his disappearing act -
with his pockets full
of his heart's desire.
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