Spagetti

• Giselle Talary, Grade 3
• Poetry
• 2019

MY SPAGHETTI
My spaghetti is floppy, it has red scary eyes,
I don't know why,
It feels slippery and warm with a cheesy breath
It sits in a bowl
With all his spaghetti friends.
With him on my folk,
He said "Don't eat me!"
So I put him down, as I frowned.
He moved around, as fast as he could,
With tomato chunks and bits of meat on his body
I let him go,
As I stared at his friends
I opened my mouth,
I looked around then, I heard,
A high pitch voice,
Saying "Eat him! NOT ME!"