I have a poem about spaghetti somewhere I swear when I get home its yours.
Found it on such an obscure hard drive. I wrote this for a college class btw LOL: Ode to Spaghetti You stringy devil, you With your odd yellow hue I spin my fork round and round Only to be left confound When my fork is left so bare I only feel a deep despair But why do I tolerate your evasive shape Instead of choosing another escape There is no easy way to answer Maybe because you are a graceful dancer Your noodle like figure slides across my plate As I slowly begin to accept my fate Your delicious blend shall be enjoyed If only you wouldn’t look to avoid, My three pronged spear When it grows near. Your taste, and shape are so divine I only wish I didn’t have such a hard time, Enjoying a serving of your twisted fates When I go out on a few dinner dates.