Ode to a Chicken Bouillon
I am a chicken bouillon
Square
Unmoving
A flavored crouton
Wrapped in tin foil
Sealed in a jar
Soup potential
Some people are minestrone
Some people are chowder
I am broth to be
Give me water and set me free
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4 Comments:
I like this lots.
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Anonymous, at 1/03/2005 09:48:00 AM
This poem moved me deeply. I identify with the bouillon cube and its plight, because in a past life I was an Alka-Seltzer tablet. Though ultimately I was urinated out of the system of a person with an extremely upset stomach, the very fact of being steaming hot and yellow at one point makes me understand how chicken bouillon feels. If it's true that some people are chowder, then it's also true that a catholic priest's favorite soup is cream of altar boy. Please, give that bouillon cube the water is so desperately needs. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop for the cube! It's tragic.
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Anonymous, at 9/06/2005 08:45:00 PM
what are you trying to say?
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Anonymous, at 9/08/2005 09:43:00 PM
my name is dan allen too,keep representin dan
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dan allen, at 12/23/2006 08:06:00 AM
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