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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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Date: 12/5/2008 11:10:00 AM
Parents are askin' for it when they feed their kids spaghetti... such a great dish to mess around with; it gets EVERYWHERE!! Cute piece Amy... Best wishes, Keith
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