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Living Spaghetti

Poetry By: maystar

It is humourous.

Submitted:Apr 16, 2011    Reads: 306    Comments: 14    Likes: 7   

The Living Spaghetti

"You dinner is ready Laura come down,"

"Okay. I'd be down shortly. "Replied Laura.

"Uhm, so what did you make?" She asked

"A bowl of spaghetti,"

"Really? Spaghetti? That's my favourite,"

"Enjoy and don't rush it darling.

Eat up, eat all of it I hope you have

An appetite. I made it specially for you."

"This is... "Laura took a bite. "There's something on my tongue.

It's as soft as a marshmallow. What is it??"

"Never you mind dear, it's my special ingredient."

"Go on mum. Tell me. What is it?

"A bowl of Spaghetti."

"But what is the secret ingredient?"

"Okay if you must know...

Well It's...erm prawns. Yes prawns.

Laura eat up now."

"Okay," Laura said

Forgetting all her previous suspicions.

"Well any way, I've finished.

Oh and I feel a little sick and

Rather bloated.

Mum what did you put in this spaghetti?"


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