(687) Time For Chicken Soup Poem by Melvina Germain

I heard you were feeling poorly,
now that just won’t do.
A little bird also told me,
you won’t eat your chicken soup.
Girl sit yourself down,
get rid of that frown.
It’s time to get feeling better,
have a night on the town.
Now here’s your chicken soup,
and your cup of green tea.
Pretty soon you’ll be feeling better,
and your sweetheart will take you dancing,
you’ll see.

Written: Jan.13,2008