Soup Du Jour

So intent he is,
running into the kitchen.
In a second she'll notice something is missin'.

He quickly leaves and quiet ensues
She fears that sound.
She's seen what it can do.

"Where are you?", she cries.
But hears nothing back.
Yeah... she knows
This could be really bad.

To his favorite haunt
She immediately flees.
Her mind racing with
Thoughts of what it might be.

She brushes back the door
and in an instant

Time

Stands

Still......


"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"


She screams.

He looks up from his concoction
Pleased with himself
his smile beams.

Into the bowl everything went
To replace everything much money was spent.
Rollers and makeup,
Toothbrushes and sponges
Thrown into the mix
With exuberant plunges.

Stirred with her spoon he
he pilfered from the kitchen
Remember... I had said
Something was missin'?

He feverishly stirred it all into the pot.
This dish got it's own kind of hot!
Seasoned by the trimmings of those
Who had gone before.
Somehow she wishes
She never had opened that door.

But he is all proud of his work.
Thinking he is a great chef
he gives her a smirk.
Though she is grossed out
by this nasty goop,

He happily serves her his
Toilet Bowl Soup!