Macaroni: An "Annabel Lee" Parody

I was hungry and hungry a day ago

In the kitchen there I see,

That a food there sat whom you may know

By the name of Macaroni

And this food was here with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

She was a food and I had some hunger,

In this kitchen there I see,

But I ate with a love that was more than love —

I ate my Macaroni.

With a love that my starvéd stomach of Hunger

Coveted her and me.

And this is the reason that, hereafter,

In the kitchen that I see,

A burp blew out of my mouth by night

Tasting like Macaroni;

All because a spoon and fork came

And fed it to me.

To make a stomach quiet

In the kitchen that I see

The stomach, not half so happy in body,

Went envying her, so free—

Yes!―that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kitchen there I see)

That my hand opened the closet by night,

Grabbing and cooking my Macaroni. 

But my love for this food is stronger than the love

Of those who are older than me―

Of many far smarter than me―

And neither my mother in the room above

Nor my dad in the room below me

Can ever relate to the love, oh my love

Of the delicious Macaroni;

My hunger so it deems, always brings me it seems

The rumination of Macaroni;

But my mom tells me lies, and my soul kind of dies

“Yes Hon, we bought you Macaroni”;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by my side

In the kitchen―the kitchen―my eyes open wide

In the cupboard there I see―

It’s empty― no Macaroni.