The puns overflowed. The soup was in the cup. Germans taking over. Heil Ramotar. If he was fazed, the newest PPP convert didn’t show it and strolled down Regent Street and into City Hall, towering over Donald Ramotar and Elisabeth Harper like Soup-aman. He was in and on the list.
As days that you put forth your list of candidates for top positions in the country go, this one was like being served eel soup when you expected cow heel soup; it was a soup-rise…just not the filling kind.
The PPP list was filled with relatives, family, kinfolks and Clinton Urling. The Benns, Persauds, Ramotars, Singhs, Luncheons with a Jagdeo and a Selman thrown in for spice. Haven’t they heard that too many
