Spaghetti
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,
Up to my elbows—up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I’m terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they’re all buried).
I told them, “Bring presents.” I said, “Throw confetti.”
I guess they heard wrong
‘Cause they all threw spaghetti!
Mini Blessings, Kim
wow. is there beef in this spaghetti? great work, kimmilou! you have captured the essence so well!
ReplyDeleteLove the poem and the little display! I can almost taste it.
ReplyDeleteMiniature greetings
it's so cute
ReplyDeleteThis wonderful scene looks so familiar! My own 1/1 kitchen... Love your work!
ReplyDeleteHugs
Nice scene and beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteBye Faby