The Pasta Song

Pasta, pasta, pasta!

Eat too much and it'll cost ya

Sauce for every time of day

May I have some? Yes, I may.


Fettuccine or spaghetti and beef

To twirl on the fork on its way to my teeth?

No processed junk; I'm making my own

The kitchen's a mess but I'm home alone.


Pasta pasta pasta!

Stuff your face and it'll cost ya

The Italian in me begs sweetly for more

The counters drip with tomato gore.


A taste bud ballet, a dopamine rush

More decadent noodles reduced to fine mush

The growling subsided but now I feel sick

And that spicy sauce has one hell of a kick!




The End

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