Ode to Soy
Updated: Oct 21, 2019
ODE TO SOY
In the past I’ve dreamt of women
Gently wrapped in silk.
Now I toss and turn throughout the night
Drowning dreams about Soy milk.
I caress the glass with open palm
Gently tickle with finger tips.
I lightly stroke its surface calm
‘Til I feel my heart might rip.
Then I pass the liquid through my lips
But I’m teased with just one sip.
How I let my tongue circle ‘round and ‘round
As I lick up every drip.
But when the heat of passion comes
And I feel that I might burst.
I chug the soy in a single gulp
To satisfy my thirst.
The dreams I’ve had of soy alone
Have saved me from going mad.
But there’s something missing from my life
And it makes me oh so mad.
The ultimate reality would be
If in my life I see.
A bowl that measures to the foot
Three by three by three.
I’d fill it with soy to the very rim
Then gently place within.
A naked beauty sleek and slim
With the hope that she could swim.
Yes, a midnight snack fit for a king
To sooth my hunger and my thirst.
The only question to this dream
Is the desire that I’d soothe first.
Author: Tim Hammell