Needs Something
He wasn't quite sure
about the soup and
Leaned in to inhale
its scent;
It bubbled suddenly,
and a muscular green arm
Reached out of the
pot to
Grasp Chef Pierre by
the throat;
His eyes bulged, he
clawed at the hairy wrist,
It was no use,
inexorably he was drawn in,
Thrashing a bit at
first, then limp as lettuce.
The pot bubbled,
filling the room
With a rich, complex
aroma.
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