The smallest dumplin' in the stew
hid near the back and bottom too
'til all were fed and dinner through
then floated up as if on cue
A moment there without a care
on her back just floating there
lost for now her past dispair
calmly breathing quite unaware
The approaching of a big buffoon
He stabbed and scooped and swirled his spoon
sure that drop would his be soon
he fished around the soup lagoon
She ducked and darted, dived to the deep
An urgent ploy to freedom keep
with ladle used to bottom sweep
the ogre seached for dough to reap
The contest raged hunter and prey
with flashing spoon and soupy spray
Impatience grew, turned to dismay
when others turned to looked his way
Looking crazy standing there
in soaking shirt and soup in hair
with mumbled words, demented stare
he skulked away to angry glares
Back to the top the victor bobbed
As the oaf left feeling robbed
defeated by that doughy blob
it was the brut now left to sob
We learn from this familiar play
A David-Goliath type foray
That will and heart still wins the day
If determined courage on display
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