Rotini Rigaletto
The sea holds the sauce of life,
the squiggly-wiggleys of delight.
The shells on shore inspire insight
cooks in kitchens steam on summer nights.
Filling pasta pots with rotini,
pan searing bits of pink squids teeni.
Drizzling pink vodka sauce between the swirls
juggling meatballs for little girls!
So, mimic the sea on my saucy plate
“Pass the rotini! I’ve not ate!”
“See how it looks like a Hasid’s curls?”
Just the macaroni for a Jewish girl!
* A tribute to Linda-Maria's verse Stuffed Shells...
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