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.
Submitted Oct. 30th, 2010