a mountain of spaghetti
it stood before me
and above me
and it shadowed me
from the sun
for crying out loud!
and i laughed as i looked up
and i tried to appear brave
(gawrd i hope i appeared brave)
and i stooped down
and tied the laces
on my powder puff blue hiking boots
and i made sure that
my little red Snoopy backpack
was tightly in place on my back
and i took my little pink rope
with the big golden hook on the end
and i threw it up way up into the air
and i heard it "clink" somewheres up there
and i grabbed the rope tight
and i started to make my way up
the giant noodles
spread out at the base
and my feet just a started
slipping and a-sliding
across the buttery things
and i couldn't seem to
get any traction
so i tried to reach down
way deep into the pasta
to retrieve my sinking feet
and i fell backward
on my bottom
and slid down the buttery
slopes a bit
"hmm..."i grumbled to myself
"this ain't gonna be easy!"
but i stood up
and i licked the butter
off my wounds
and i took off
my big ole boots
and i tried climbing
the mountain in my bare feet
grabbing on to the noodles
with my toes
that seemed to work a little
better for me
i was a little spaghetti monkey i was
trying to make my way up to the
zesty and tomatoey poeak
and thus i climbed
stopping to pour ice water
from my canteen
onto my toes every so often
the pasta was very hot
and every once in a while
i tried to slurp one
of those big puppies on in
had to keep up my strength
now, didn't i?
and they were thick
i'm here to tell you
and they almost gagged
my little throat
but i'm an italian right?
i know my way around
a plate of pasta
so i slurped on in
with little droplets
of sweet sauce
raining down on my
stunning blue fedora
every time i did
but it was worth it
yummy stuff that sauce!
tangy sweet
and so i came to a point
where i stopped to rest
upon a low-lying meatball
and i took a swig from my canteen
and i looked around
over the horizon
our little town
with the pizza rooftops
and the root beer rivers
and the clouds above
were made of spumoni
a bit chilly methinks
but oh how i loved
the chocolatey minty cherry showers
and the houses made from
gooey mozzarella
and salads were sprouting
up everywhere!
and i saw my brothers
sailing down the root beer
on a garlic bread raft
just then an eagle
flew up to me
and in his talons
he had a giant fork
i howled out in delight
and i took that fork
and i twirled it around
in the spaghetti
making a big ball
of tomatoey goodness
and i took that ball
on that fork
and i flung it across the sky
and it landed smack dab
on top of my brothers
who were sailing
on the raft
bombing them in red sauce
food fight!
they laughed
and then vowed to get even
but, of course, to do that
they would have to climb way
way up to where i am
and i knew they didn't have it in them
the lazy little nitwits!
so i stood up
on top of my little meatball
and i looked up way up
at the spaghetti's peak
and i looked at the fork
and i had a delicious idea
of how to get up there quicker
and i reached in the bag
and i grabbed a big handful
of rubber bands i did
i fashioned myself a makeshift
catapult on the side of that spaghetti
and i cradled myself in the prongs
of the fork
that was being held down by
all the rubber bands
and i took the pocket knife
and i cut the bands
and i went flying
up up up
into the air
and i landed smack dab on
top of the mountain
sending sauce flying everywhere!
a spaghetti volcano!
and then when things quieted down
i relaxed for a while
on top of that mountain
and then i reached for my backpack
and i took off the skis
that i had so cleverly attached
and i put them on my feet
and i slid on them
way down the red slopes
wheeeeeee!
such a blast!
what a rush!
and now i found myself
back at the bottom again
surrounded by the buttery pasta
and i thought to myself
oh how yummy!
and then my brothers came
and bombed me with tomatoes!
and that night
as i was in my bed
in my little cheesy home
i looked out the window
up at my spaghetti mountain
it was snowing up there now
little flakes of parmesian chesse
i licked my chops a bit
and rolled over
and fell fast into dreamland.
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you're speaking my language!
Paaaaaaasta! Spaghetti! I'm so there, Mark. Fun poem. You now, you really oughta think about writing children's books or something. This could certainly be published.
pasta is my passion...
I'm glad you liked this one...and i was thinking of a children's book when I wrote it.
Who knows? Thank you!
Take care,
Mark
Omigod
This is wicked whispurr! funny, but so like a story, I know I'll dream of pasta tonight! tell me when you publish your book, I'll buy it! :D ♥
Gawrd...
maybe I will have to look into how to make this into a kid's book. I'm not sure where to begin, but I'm sure the internet would help. I'll see what I can do!
Thanks for the compliments!
Take care,
Mark
~That'sa Messy But So Good~
Mark,
Adorable write in every way, shape, and form. It tickled me. I'm in the mood for some pasta.
I agree that this would be a darling kid's book. It could come with a package of pasta.
Warm regards,
Kathy
that would be interesting packaging...
to put out a book of this with pasta...perhaps it should come with a set of skis too to navigate that pasta. Now I'm really being silly!
I'm glad you liked this one. I do love my spaghetti!
Take care,
Mark