My favorite is plain tomato soup
Without the cream or cheesy goop.
It puts me in a happy daze,
But others grab me in their ways.
I can’t resist a smooth gazpacho
Sportingly spicy but not over-macho.
A winter-time thick, slow-cooked split-pea
With smoky ham-chunks comforts me.
A chef’s kiss is consommé,
Rich and clear – the proper way.
Billi-bi’s creamy reduction
Of mussels is sublime seduction.
Chicken soup invokes warm family,
So ladle fully when you serve me.
A fishy, broth-y bouillabaisse
I slurp in time to the Marseillaise.
An Asian galangal is fiery silk,
Infused with lemongrass and cocoanut milk.
New England clam chowder plus a spoon
Soon induces a snoozey swoon.
I love them all at the dinner bell,
But only one gets my soup Nobel,
For in the end, I’m still most keen
On plain tomato soup in my tureen.