Soup of the Evening

Like Dorothy ‘mongst the poppies

I cannot stay awake

I dream of old jalopies

And fuzzy birthday cake

I hear the voices calling

Get up, you lazy thing

But I cannot help but falling

My thoughts upon the wing

I’m spent, and not recovered

And now I’m catching up

My friendship with the covers

Has needed patching up

So, if you want to spoil my day

I’ll thank you very much

To leave me be, I’m miles away

‘Til Dorothy’s snowflakes touch.

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