My Favourite Food

The aroma of cuisine fills the air, Pervading from a steel, simmering pot With a hissing lid that declares beware What may it be? I haven’t the lone thought. My curiosity begins to peak, I gaze, and observe attentively yet And round a corner I begin to sneak, Instantly, I feel a twinge of regret I raise the lid of the simmering pot, Steam flees from whatever it is within, And what’s revealed is not what I had thought Why it made my smile turn into so wide! For it was simple gorgeous spaghetti, With noodles like a wheaty confetti!