Freddys Spagetti
Plate full of spaghetti
Food equivalent confetti
Altogether bland no topping
Making sordid pile of sticky goo
The gleeful soon turn dour
In the hour sauce is missing
All are wishing for a dish
More beautiful than purely pasta
Passing by the chef will wonder
Toward the diner most distressing
With apologetic gesture and a ladle filled with joy
For the holidays approaching
Feature bland spaghetti topping
By nostalgic kitchen bounty
Making real the meal of life
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