Goddess of Pasta
In every pantry far and wide
are noodles waiting there inside.
On every plate in every nook,
on pages of all cooking books...
The slivered fingers of spaghetti,
the twisted hats of capilletti,
the hollow curves of macaroni,
the pockets of a ravioli...
No matter what the shape, the size
of pasta dried in posed disguise
I'm goddess of the yummy noodle
in every style, the whole caboodle.
In every kitchen I've a church
an altar where my shapes are perched
and worshippers bow heads o'er me
and pray for more that's yet to be.
It's rare that I am found offended
my filling, flavor recommended;
but tasteless, blasphemers be boiled,
their sacrilegious farts be foiled!
Disarm the tacky ketchup villains
before they commit noodle sin!
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