Care of a friend
In front of a bowl of soup
Alphabet, to be exact, and a spoon you should lend?
If fury or fruition, is to ever be a truth?

Silent opportunity
For a little pepper, the risks of homage
In a curious way, will sincerity become divinity?
When droll acceptance is a favor to come, with advantage?

Cause trying, and the call of unction to the fore
Are you coming on to me?
The stir of facts in the intuition offered
Has the distinct vanity to observe, formality

Peace in a round eye, the toil of acquired taste
Taken with us, and the turn of spare questions
Into facades of character and chaste
Will a rise of fortune, know when a season has blessing's?

A finished bowl of soup...
And the chance of bared liberty's, showing an answer
To the age old, and decidedly more than average couth
Paces of instinct, and spaces to think, a soup has been served...