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May 10, 2014
No depths of sorrow
could they convey
when Horace Ogden
passed away.
For he took with him
a soup recipe;
a secret version of
Ham hock and pea,
passed down through
generations, proud.
Never written down
or said out loud.
So after Horace Ogden,
turned up his toes,
they switched to peas
that had been froze,
but folks complained
and said ‘try harder’,
so they added garlic,
found in his larder.
But that tasted bitter,
causing some to spew,
and making the customers
switch to Irish stew.
You see Horace Ogden
used ham, from ‘Old Spots’,
and not being a fan of onions,
replaced them with shallots.
But the real secret lay,
in the steeping of his peas!
How Horace Ogden’s memory
still lingers, in the breeze!
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