Spaghetti Boy
I have a brother who is eighteen,
When he was a baby he wasn't clean,
Oh how he loved spaghetti and sauce,
Most of it that was put on his plate was a loss.
First he took his fork and set spaghetti in his hair,
Then he ate and got it every where,
To tell the truth, I wasn't really there,
And my mom didn't seem to care.
I bet he had a noodle on his nose,
My mom told me it even got on his toes,
He seemed like he wanted to save a little,
He spread it on his face, his arms and his middle.
I wonder what my mommy thought,
When she saw the spaghetti she had bought,
Wasted and pasted on my brother,
Poor poor little mother!
I don't know if I did the same,
But it sure won my brother fame,
At least in the family,
But now its here for all to see.
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