0359 One for the Inner Child
As the tapeworm
said to the spaghetti -
'Would you run that
past me again? '
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Rainbow Spaghetti
One day mother said to me,
'What do you want to eat? '
I answered back to her,
'Rainbow spaghetti'
So my mother waited for the rain
And went outside with her boots
She grabbed the rainbow in a puddle
And walked back inside
She cooked some spaghetti
And told me to stir the rainbow
So I put the rainbow in a bowl
And stirred it with a spoon
Mother took the rainbow
And poured it over the spaghetti
She gave it to me to eat
With a fork and a spoon
I ate it
And chewed it
And slurped it
And swallowed it
'How does it taste? '
Mother asked me
I answered back to her
'It tastes like spaghetti'
poem by Tessa Marshall
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Spaghetti... I can't eat spaghetti, there's too many of them. No matter how hungry I am, 1000 of something is too many. I'll have 1000 pieces of noodles.
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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Culinary choice
He was a lover of meat
and she was a lover of veg'
so between them it was a treat
to dine on spaghetti instead.
They'd suck and they'd slurp
and they'd dribble,
spaghetti was so hard to nibble
but low and behold
the sauce made a glow
all over their chins
and the table.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Which came first the intestine or the tapeworm?
quote by William S. Burroughs
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To A Professional Eulogist
Newman, in you two parasites combine:
As tapeworm and as graveworm too you shine.
When on the virtues of the quick you've dwelt,
The pride of residence was all you felt
(What vain vulgarian the wish ne'er knew
To paint his lodging a flamboyant hue?)
And when the praises of the dead you've sung,
'Twas appetite, not truth, inspired your tongue;
As ill-bred men when warming to their wine
Boast of its merit though it be but brine.
Nor gratitude incites your song, nor should-
Even charity would shun you if she could.
You share, 'tis true, the rich man's daily dole,
But what you get you take by way of toll.
Vain to resist you-vermifuge alone
Has power to push you from your robber throne.
When to escape you he's compelled to die
Hey! presto!-in the twinkling of an eye
You vanish as a tapeworm, reappear
As graveworm and resume your curst career.
As host no more, to satisfy your need
He serves as dinner your unaltered greed.
O thrifty sycophant of wealth and fame,
Son of servility and priest of shame,
While naught your mad ambition can abate
To lick the spittle of the rich and great;
While still like smoke your eulogies arise
To soot your heroes and inflame our eyes;
While still with holy oil, like that which ran
Down Aaron's beard, you smear each famous man,
I cannot choose but think it very odd
It ne'er occurs to you to fawn on God.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Everything you see I owe to spaghetti.
quote by Sophia Loren
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I love spaghetti and meatballs... I eat a lot.
quote by Susan Lucci
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Sergio Leone was a big influence on me because of the spaghetti westerns.
quote by Quentin Tarantino
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No man is lonely eating spaghetti; it requires so much attention.
quote by Christopher Morley
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A piece of spaghetti or a military unit can only be led from the front end.
quote by George S. Patton
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Spaghetti can be eaten most successfully if you inhale it like a vacuum cleaner.
quote by Sophia Loren
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I Wished I Was il Tuo Zitoni
Mephistophelian spaghetti
are stalking on my confetti;
demonic tortellini hobnailed
to take me away have failed.
Stupido I was to trust ravioli,
I chomped all thy Mostaccioli;
Passegiare con i pennoni,
Dare not touch my rigatoni.
Sono inanorato con le rotelle,
tu sai, mi piaciono le tagliatelle,
stop stalking le mie bavettine,
Sto sognando linguettine.
Do not touch my garganelli,
I was not ready for passatelli;
ungraceful sinister Mafaldine,
giocano con le mie Tripoline.
Oh, I wished I was il tuo Zitoni
or even an infernal Vermicelloni;
powerful are my stringozzi,
I listen only to Umberto Tozzi.
Stop play con i miei cellentani,
te l' ho detto amore: giu le mani;
non voglio perdere i cavatelli,
posso toccare i tuoi capelli?
If you cook wicked manicotti,
please stay clear of my agnolotti;
nemmeno voglio i tuoi corzetti,
a pandemonium of spaghetti!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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There once was a man from Quebec
Who's chickens had no need to peck;
A lady named Betty
Hand fed them spaghetti
As they lay on their backs on the deck.
quote by by John Carter Brown
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In general I love to eat anything. I enjoy anything that is well prepared, a good spaghetti, lasagna, taco, steak, sushi, refried beans.
quote by Martin Yan
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I Don't Know Where The Past Is Gone
I don’t know where the past is gone
I only know most of my own life is over-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know so many people I loved
Are no longer here and will never be here again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
I only know that that chance I had that hope for so many years
Can never be mine in the same way again-
I don’t know where the past has gone
So many moments of beauty and love and opportunity missed and longing unrealized-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what of it I should miss
And why I should long for it so.
I don’t know where the past has gone
And where my life was lost and why I did not do better in it-
I don’t know where the past has gone
And what will be when for me
Everything is only the Past gone
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Maybe It Is Just Like That.....
as you trim the bushes
outside the fence
i am eating cold spaghetti
with sour bread and i get no
hot coffee
it is a bright day
and the sun is slowly rising from a gray horizon
gone were the days when we cannot eat
if we are not together
maybe it is just like that.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hollywood cools, and when it cools you have to go to where the work is. I ran off to Italy to do spaghetti westerns.
quote by Tab Hunter
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I think my character's getting to the point where he can't even eat spaghetti with red sauce anymore, where he has horrible nightmares, he can't sleep anymore.
quote by George Eads
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My sisters like cooking at my place. It has a bit more room, and the food tastes a little bit better. A big pot of spaghetti and sauce, some warm French bread - works all the time. I think I've been eating pasta for 26 years.
The Gift Of The Magi: Wedding Anniversary
she went to the market
then back to the kitchen
and cooked spaghetti
the table is set
green mantle, silver spoon and fork
silk hands
i went to the school and had
a legal lecture on
divorce and its consequences
in Philippine setting
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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