This is the sonnet that won
Jenny Rappaport's First Lit Soup Birthday Contest.
I was really really shy about competing, and I entered as Anon007.
The contest rule required every entrant to write a Shakespearean sonnet involving the word "soup".
Our windless August day and cool May night
Seasoned mellow heat and fair maid's slumber
Our worlds are far apart and yet join right
Hearts entwine in patterns light and umber
Some look upon our life but do not see
The rightness of the combination made
Like lofty burning sun and spreading tree
Where they conjoin to form sweet dappled shade
So should the world conspire to tear we two
And send us hurt'ling down swift rivers twain
If it should seem that what they say is true
And you begin to doubt we can remain
Remember, if you will, de temps en temps
The love I hold for you, no mere soupcon.