by Shireen Lim
How the Chowder Came to Be:
Cindy’s souper Golden Pumpkin Chowder
From the insides of her fancy carriage
Her thrifty godma (who never ever takes a powder),
While the girlie danced and dreamed of marriage,
transferred quickly to a large-ish pot.
From a giant book of magick potions,
a book well-thumbed, though dog-eared not,
and stained with ointments and sticky lotions
-but I digress- checked up a sekret recipe
the original and one and only pumpkin chowder
made to please a hungry girl or three.
As the midnight clock chimes loud and louder.
As we stir the sluggy soup pot with a sekret smile,
We have a friend who has a friend who knows
A thing or two about magick, and serve with style
Godmother’s soup passed off as Joe’s.
Come by weekday mornings to have a chit chat and/or poetry slam with former educator and now Resident Poet cum Barista, Shireen Slug 🙂