if we were in love in an ocean of soup
i’d sail far away on a noodle with you

together, we’d float on tomato-based seas
and paddle past
carrots
potatoes
and peas

we’d fashion a mast from a celery stalk
and we’d sit in our smooth noodle boat
and just talk

But Danger would strike!

The Silvery Spoon!

we’d want to jump ship
or escape in balloons

paddling faster with carrot-stick oars
we’d both have our frightened eyes
fixed on the shore
(which would happen to be a big buttery roll
that lay at the edge of the great big blue bowl)

and somehow we’d dodge this alarming Utensil
(aided by one kindly Number 2 Pencil)

then once our escape had been deemed a success
we’d climb on the roll and then lie down to rest

with napkins for blankets
and pillows of butter
we’d snuggle together,
the Ultimate Lovers