Never did like the vegetable,
But it’s not so bad once you begin,
The food is creamy,
And cooks well,
And then it is within—
A warmth so pleasant,
If you cannot fathom it,
Then don’t go adding the pheasant.
It’s a soup for those that have an interest,
In tasty green slime,
And for those that would not like it,
I say don’t eat it all the time,
Throw some bacon upon it,
Or consider the warmth of ham,
It’s much more filling than you realize,
And that’s the end of this poem.
I’m kind of hungry now.