Runshing quickly, zippy to the street,
meeting over, hungry, I must eat.
Have no time, another meeting soon,
need fast food, plastic spoon.
Where to eat, what to nosh?
Simple takeout, nothing posh.
Hale and Hearty! Filling soup!
Brainstorm! Brilliant! What a coup!

Wait on line, make selection,
Just soup; not expecting perfection.
Imagine my dismay, imagine my shock
after opening the bag, popping the top.
After digging, hunting with my spoon,
soupy vapors filling the room,
from the minestrone depths did come
this giant carrot, the size of my thumb.