Spaghetti Poems - Poems about Spaghetti

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Symbolizes long life, Specialty of each wife; Sauce--so meaty to drool, Satiates and makes us full! So flavorful in sight, Super Christmas delight, Sumptuous meal’s highlight. ...

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eating spaghetti a happy messy meal meat sauce on my chin others twist it onto a fork a skill I never learned i slurp it up like a straw turned into a snake...

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Spaghetti Rose couldn't see her toes, For all the noodles up her nose! Inhaled by the bale, All else would pale, When Spaghetti Rose ended up in jail! You see, She had stolen a load of spaghetti for...

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i sat down at a table, and i picked up my fork. the fork had several noodles with sauce wrapped tightly around it, but when i picked it up, they slid away into the dark abyss....

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I dreamed my way here I’ve had my cringe moments I feel pressure, I lose perspective I’ve wholeheartedly failed I misspeak, underthink, overreact I try to do the right thing the right thing isn’t always clear I’ve tried to hold on I’ve let go with grace I’ve charged ahead I’ve stepped aside I self-sabotage, then try to do better I’ve self-consciously retreated I’ve stood up for others I’ve backed...

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Swirling round the cheese. Dine without apologies. Sipping this cream soup, As I begin savoring This sweet and savory meal....

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Y'all I am just so d#mn happy to be alive Trees are green! The ground smells earthy and warm! Music exists and it's amazing! My stomach is full of spaghetti And I bounced on a trampoline today! I cannot fully express Just how much I have fallen in love with life...

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On the top of my delicious spaghetti Always covered with cheese I miraculously lose my poor meatball When someone uninvited sneezes It rolls of a marble table And splats onto the floor Then my poor meatball Heads right out the door! It rolled in a grassy garden And right under a bush Now my poor meatball Was nothing but a mush The mush was still...

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trolley car dining grapefruit sized saucy meatballs cheesecake for dessert...

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Cowboys and Indians in living color All the Injuns dying, nothing duller...

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I am in a mood today Can not say I am mad I just feel out of place And no I am not sad So I will choose to smile On the inside where it matters Turn this whole funk around Avoid annoyed mad hatters See I ate spaghetti for lunch Someone else is hungry for sure Why get my panties in a bunch Cuz life...

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the door swings open many personalities this kitchen i'm in gunfighters spittoons the prepped dolls all buttered up frigid air humming...

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My sister Annick fixed me, locked me in, with cold, blue eyes as she sat down slowly next to me at the table. “I’m a surgeon,” she said, not quite casually, “a board certified surgeon.” I give her a questioning look. “I could take your steak knife,” she says, eyeing it, “plunge it into your neck -...

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Spaghetti The meat, the cheese, the sauce. The smiles, the laughs, the wine. The music, the song, the moment... The vow of forever! Then... You and I, and the garlic bread! A. Foster, Ann Foster, Annette Foster...

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