The Spaghetti Incident

The Spaghetti Incident
A humorous reflection

I was hot and sweaty
And smelled of spaghetti,
And none had come to my aid.

So many for dinner,
It must be a winner;
So on and on I stayed.

"We'll extend our welcome
And say to them, y'all come;
Our place will hold quite a mob."

I should have known better
And now I will get her
Who talked me into this job.

I'll smile as I mention
The mess in the kitchen
And tell her that its HER chore!

And when dinner is done
I'll go out for some fun
And smile as I close the door!


Copyright October 22, 1994 by Carla J. Lambert