Not Quite a Sonnet About Soup

A sensible bowl of soup for supper,

not the kind somebody's Nonna made when
he was young, crammed full of Old World
sausages and calories, not something someone's
Bubbe stirred, her love more necessary than
the noodles in the boiling, frothy mix,
but from a can, the little heart shown on the label
indicating what a healthy choice was made,
some veg'tables and lots of broth, a tiny bit of meat.
The junk food chasers later must be overlooked,
ignored and disregarded: you have started
on the right road, just diverted for a moment
by that devil Little Debbie and the bag of low
fat chips that may eventually appear there on
your hips but do not be deterred,
discouraged or in any way downhearted!
You have started; they can't sway you from
your goal. Just think, if you had eaten fatty fare,
a thousand calories, those snacks then added too...
Dieting's a numbers game, nu?
The soup's a start and soon the snacks will vanish -
don't buy more, though, (it is merely a suggestion)
when next you travel to the store and face temptation.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2014