Soupe Du Jour Poem by George Hunter

Went to a restaurant
...the other day.
Hoped I’d have
...enough bread to pay.

Ordered some soup
...without even blinking.
While I waited around
...I started to thinking

About where do they get
...The stuff they put in that goop.
Only Goodness knows
...what goes into that soup.

I visualized all the cooks
...standing around in the kitchen
Stirring it all up
...doin’ a lot of bitchin’

We’ll scrape the leftover plates
...from yesterday
Customers won’t know
...so what the hey.

We won’t call it plain soup
...we’ll say, “Ici, Monsieur
Have a big bowl
...of Soupe du Jour.”

Try not to think too much
...when you’re eating out
As it will ruin your meal
...without a doubt.

Oh, waitress! , please
...cancel my order
I think I’ll just have
...A glass of cold water!