17 syllables; 57 varieties

Bored at work today - and with my mood lifted by last nights chat with Philippa - I turned my hand to some soup-inspired haiku:

Mulligatawny
Is a bloody stupid word,
but a lovely soup.

Creamy tomato
Does not occur in nature
But exists in tins

Cans of Heinz Big Soup
Are as important to me
as water and air

Leek and potato
Mixed with some stock and pepper
Is winter heaven

I love solid food
But nothing warms my cold heart
Like a bowl of broth.
　
RC 10-11-11