Macaroni and cheese and the game is on
Molten mouthfuls lipsmacking fun
Fettuccini folded in white saucy cream
Melts in the mouth like morning dreams
Spaghetti and meatballs in red tomatoes doused
Aah! In Italian heavens I'm aroused
Lasagna crisp on top and soft within
My bottom line is caving in!
Vermicelli is how an angel sins
Hair thin pasta like a poet's dream,
Penne canellini a peasant's bucolic feast
Stuffed so good with spinach mix
Alas here I end my pasta song
Having supped on baby cabbages with an egg along
Going to bed now, with an empty tum
And an yearning face, mournfully long!
(c) Amrita Valan 2016
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