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My Spaghetti Mind

As I smell the spaghetti sauce
and turn the heat up a little higher,
my spaghetti mind is quite
confused quite like a quagmire,
with the spaghetti nerves
all in a jumbled mess and
criss-crossing one another,
my thoughts are all a traffic
jam instead of a smooth pattern,
I'm having one of those days
with lots of issues which are quite frustrating,
I guess you could say my spaghetti mind
is disorientated and quite discombobulated!

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 10/3/2016 10:41:00 PM

This poem tasted delicious, Cheryl. A very entertaining read. Ty for sharing it. The last two verses are priceless. "I guess you could say my spaghetti mind is disoriented and quite discombobulated!" That was a beautiful ending to such a delightful treat. Will read more for sure. Love your work so far. Only love and joy to you and yours.

Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 10/5/2016 8:12:00 PM

Thanks so much Freddie, you are too kind! Love to you & yours too!:)

Joe Dimino

Date: 9/22/2016 11:17:00 AM

The cheese will make it all right! Love your little quagmire. Great writing.

Cheryl Hoffman
Date: 9/22/2016 7:25:00 PM

Thanks for the visit and kind comment Joe!:)