Superior Nonsense

I met a girl called Lily Sloop.

I loved her, for she rhymed with soup!

“Hello, Lily” I would say,

“What have we for soup today?”

She'd flash her eyes and smile at me;

“Mushroom, onion or green pea,

Tomato, lentil, celery,

Mulligatawny, farmhouse, French,”

(We'd sit together on a bench)

“Minestrone or mixed veg”

(We moved nearer to the edge)

“Watercress, potato, leek.”

Her diction made my knees go weak.

Although her name's no longer Sloop

We're still besotted with our soup.