by Dani Caldwell
(Mcdonough, Georgia, USA)
The noodles were laughing
The meatballs are running
The sauce is snoring
The plates are arguing with the meatballs
The fork is in love
The sauce is missing the fork
The noodles are mad at the meatballs
And then my sister says this is always happening
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