poopling soup recipes #155

the madgawd's cookedbook Pg 6 

there was a madgawd who was divine 
he'd pull levers to make scenes align 
when he took a long nap
he forgot the rain tap
and forty winks drowned his stage in brine 

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poopling soup recipes #68

there was a fetus looking for truth 
whose search lead to the kissing booth 
what horrors it conceived 
if the seer's believed 
so fetus removed it's wisdom tooth 

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fetus is a metaphor for an idea not fully fleshed out or developed or still developing .the image of a fetus as an idea came to me when i was sitting in a meeting and the C.E.O said "allow this baby was my brain child blah blah blah we  need to abort the idea... "

poopling soup recipes #35

there was a knight who suffered a slur 
twas by a god he thought was a cur
a crusade to heaven 
with a details seven 
let sir knight rape dates and drink liqueur

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poopling soup recipes #72

there was a bard who wrote a sonnet 
while in a pram wearing a bonnet 
twas penned for his nanny 
whose looks were uncanny 
whenever the bard drank dubonnet


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poopling soup recipes #69

there was a king who was a puppet 
who was wed to the queen of muppet 
the queen gave him a sock 
that wished to be a frock 
and the king so loved his frock puppet

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poopling soup recipes #102

there was an old witch who dared to smile 
so her fiends in pews put her on trial 
her tongue became all thumbs 
while spitting out cake crumbs 
the witch's world judged by the meanile 


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poopling soup recipes #34

there was a great head born on a spike 
who wished they had legs to ride a bike
while a bod rode headless 
amongst the god's feckless 
round and round a great head on a trike  

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poopling soup recipes #110

there was an angel who dropped the ball 
so man only ever learnt to crawl  
thus snakes walk fertile lands  
in political bands 
domesticating man as their thrall  

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poopling soup recipes #61

there was an old hag that loved the moon
the moon loved her and at night they'd spoon 
when the sun burnt his hag 
the moon loaded his mag 
then the moon shot that star at high noon 

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poopling soup recipes #127

there was a chef that made poisoned food 
she cooked up her moon broth in the nood 
the sight of her true form 
caused mere men to transform 
into village prudes who barbecued

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