Spaghetti

by Aseel Shrief aged 9

Spaghetti, spaghetti all over my face,
Up to my shoulder, up to my face
Up to my eyeball down to my tongue
How come it shrank?
How come you’re fatter?
How come you’re holding a fork?
And it’s sadder?
You must have ate it,
And that’s why it shrank!
That’s why there is less spaghetti
all over the ground!

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