He made a request for dinner,
the stock, I started to simmer.

As my husband watched his T.V.,
I gathered the herbs I'd need.

A pinch of this and a tad of that.
Then I went in search of the cat.

I called hubby in for his meal,
he sat down and began with zeal.

But, soon he stopped and just stared,
at his soup, which, I didn't share.

he scooped up a piece of the "meat",
then got up and ran from his seat.

Over the retching, he did ask,
"Why did you add the turtles' ***?"

It was then that I saw the light.
I hadn't quite heard him just right.

I explained the big chunks of ****,
I thought he had said Turdle soup.