Spaghetti
Long slithery,
Gooey when crushed,
Half way through my mouth
When it breaks and drops
Pressed on my seat
Like a mashed potato
But this is spaghetti
Now slipping from my seat
and falling on my toe
"Gross!" calls my brother
"Yuck!" says my sister
"oooo.." mumbles my father
"Faryal!" screams my mother
All because of spaghetti
Now have to wash the dishes
Down goes the spaghetti
Making gushy and mushy sounds
While falling down the trash can
Now I'm o so happy
All the spaghetti is gone
But now I'm stuck
scraping the grease
of the spaghetti pan!
Copyright © Faryal Kharal | Year Posted 2005
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