Gentle, gelatinous, jiggling mound,

Cold from the fridge, thwwwwock goes your sound

Plop into to pot, you begin to warm

No longer chilled goo, you’re changing your form!

Liquefying, odds- defying, Broth down, essence up

Eagerly waiting, mouth salivating- 

Oh, when will you fill my empty soup cup?

No matter the chaos, regardless the doom-

I’m in heaven those moments ‘tween my mouth and my spoon