It was one of those cuppa soup thingies.
Minestrone with croutons.
Really the lowliest of soups,
Not only from a packet
But from a little sealed inner sachet too.
A few particles of dusty substance,
Monosodium Glutamate enhanced,
Coming alive with boiling water.
But instead of putting it into a mug
I chose a couple of elegant white soup bowls
With fine china blue and white saucers underneath,
Mock Wedgewood or Derby Posies style.
We ate the soup together in a silent ceremony,
Savouring each synthetic droplet,
And as he drained his bowl,
Crunching down on a tiny crouton,
Just how adorable he is . . . . .