Printer-friendly versionFor the past couple of weeks or so I've been feeling a bit strange. I've been dealing with a low level headache and a rough throat. I decided today to get some of my favorite comfort food - Roast pork lo-mien and a quart of hot and sour soup. The treatment seems to have worked since I'm feeling better now. I think the soup acts like a shot of penicillin or something since whatever was bothering my throat seems to be gone for the moment. I still have about half of the soup left so I'll heat it up in the microwave for lunch tomorrow.
Bob
Soup, soup
Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! as the song goes.
Though chickens flock
And turtles mock,
And pork is all a-roasting,
Still our Bob
Is on the job
From his metier springs our boasting!
The soup is sour
Lest Bob be dour
And lay his mien so low now
Let's pray his rest
His throat be blest,
For we depend on his know how!
Hugs,
Erin
Thanks!
I can see this poem posted on a series of roadside signs. The last sign reads "Burmashave".
Sorta dates me huh? I wonder how many others here remember those signs as they were growing up.
Bob