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!