A Hearty Meal Poem by Allan Thorne

My girlfriend
Made me soup.
It was rough,
Bones, big sticks of rosemary, whole bay leaves.
Her previous husband had been critical of her cooking
So I tried to eat everything she made
Without comment.
But this time
I just couldn’t resist.

“Gee honey! You’ve got everything
But the kitchen sink in here, ”
I said in my most innocent marveling voice.
She didn’t answer.
I thought I had gotten away with it.

Three spoonfuls later
I found the sink
Hidden under a cabbage leaf.