Soup Of The Day

The classroom door creaks open

A thick, rumbling racket

Soup on boil

So full it'd clog

Your ears up
To the drum

The slow slushy hushes

Of the shy 

Simmer secretively among 

The cheeky chattering chomps

Of those who never could

Cease to pause the patter for a penny

Grinning gurgling girlies 

Gasp and glare at their fancied few
Always too exotic to be sampled

The booms of the boy who

Boiled over at the flick of a switch

Garnished in a mess of slurps and squeals

Of the soul who serenaded his every move

In fear of being frazzled by his flames

Tapping toes travel from table to table

Teacher stirs the pot

Gulping guests
Haven't quite got to grips

With the density of this soup

Swallow hard  

In hopes that one day

They too
May master the lumps.

Shay Crinkle 2016