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!
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