Spaghetti Man
There once was a man with spaghetti for hair
It was long. It was stringy, and it flew everywhere
It was white. It was sticky. It collected in clumps.
It was covered in sauce, and meatballs, and junk.
So I went to the man with spaghetti for hair,
And I said, "Pasta guy, could I ask if I dare?"
I said, "Aren't you embarrased?" and he said, "Not at all!"
He said, "Everyone's different. Some are short. Some are tall.
But I'm one of a kind. And I'm sure you can see,
That in this whole wide world there's nobody like me.
And if I get hungry, and there's no one there,
I just reach up and grab a big bite of my hair!"
Copyright © Debra Robillard | Year Posted 2009
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