Ode to Pasta
You come in all shapes and sizes
my love for you reaches beyond the horizons with
ravioli and
fettuccini and
macaroni and
linguine and
rigatoni and
tortellini and
countless more offerings that fill me with
love and joy and glee
because in my roots I am an Italian through and through
and I know there is nothing I wouldn’t do
for some spaghetti in a bowl
with some marinara too.
This poem is about:
Me
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