Tears In My Soup Poem by Raj Arumugam

Tears In My Soup



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mummy slices the onions
and she moans
and she cries:
Oh, I hate onions!
and she cries;
and she stirs the soup
and she says:
Oh, I hate soup!
and she cries;
and so by the time I sit down to my soup
there are tears in my soup
tears in my soup



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Sue sits beside me
with her bowl of soup
and she cries cos she wants mine;
and so I give her my bowl
but then she wants hers back
and then she wants mine
and she wants hers back;
and so she cries and cries
and by the time I end up with either bowl
there are tears in my soup
tears in my soup



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and mummy screams to Joyce:
make some soup for Sue and Tommy
while I’m at work;
and you stay in and put both to sleep
and lights out everyone by ten!


and big sis Joyce
works on the soup
and chops
up the ginger and garlic
and the spices and the meat
and then bursts into tears
when she comes to the onions
and then she cries and cries
and cries and cries:
Damn! Damn! Damn!
I can’t go out with the girls
and the boys;
and I’ve got be here making damned soup
and tucking brats in bed!


and so by the time Joyce
gives Sue and me our soup
there are tears in my soup
tears in my soup




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and sometimes mummy
cries when she stirs the pot
and she cries:
Stupid man! Where’s that useless man!
He’s been away 3 years
and not a word!
and she cries and cries as she stirs
and she cries over the rusty pot
so that by the time I drink my soup
there are tears in my soup
tears in my soup




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and as for me
I hate my soup anyway
and when I sit down to drink my soup
and even if mummy
or Joyce or Sue
has not cried over my soup
I hate my soup
I just hate soup
so I cry and cry and cry
over my chipped bowl of soup
so that by the time I drink the soup
there are tears in my soup
tears in my soup

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Milica Franchi De Luri 28 October 2009

You wouldn't want to eat it any more because it would be too salty from all the tears................good write Raj

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