She made Alphabet Soup for supper tonight,
I’m just a dumb kid, but it doesn’t seem right,
It gives me the squiggles, it gives me the quease,
To eat all the A's and the B’s and C’s.
She says, “Oh what fun! You can eat what you spell!"
But when I spell the word liver, I don’t feel very well,
My brother spelled puke and then gobbled it quickly
My sister spelled spinach and and made me feel sickly.
I tell ya, Alphabet Soup makes me just want to flee.
I’ll go to bed hungry, May I be excused please?
This silly little poem is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Alphabet Soup. To read the other entries, just click here.