As the clock strikes
the popping starts
pop, pop, one by one
the fingers plop into the soup
starting with the right hand
and then the left
finishing with just one finger
that one goes last
the blood drips freely
smiling girls
flitting around
flashing their bloodied hands
a lovely mix of fingers and lace
boiling feverishly
up pops a bubble
reflecting faces of the unknown
the sound of "Shout" blares
as the girls throw their hands up
they notice a solitary finger
and I hope that makes them think
not, peonies or lillies?
but, did I make the right choice?
the popping starts
pop, pop, one by one
the fingers plop into the soup
starting with the right hand
and then the left
finishing with just one finger
that one goes last
the blood drips freely
smiling girls
flitting around
flashing their bloodied hands
a lovely mix of fingers and lace
boiling feverishly
up pops a bubble
reflecting faces of the unknown
the sound of "Shout" blares
as the girls throw their hands up
they notice a solitary finger
and I hope that makes them think
not, peonies or lillies?
but, did I make the right choice?
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