I don’t know why I wear white. Every time I think I’m enough of a grown up to wear it, life serves me a drop of tomato sauce on a perfectly bleached shirt.

But no, today would be different! I told myself.

A big meeting with the board and rumours of a promotion circulating the office, warranted extra special attire. My sleek white jumpsuit had been hanging in my closet waiting for this day, and ...

She woke to the sweet smell of soup

So she ran to the kitchen to snoop

Her stomach was grumbling

So she ran without stumbling

To snag a bowl of such fragrant broth

But alas, time had run out

And her face wore an unusual pout

For she missed her one chance

And was put in a trance

By the absence of steamy delight...