Spaghetti
by Shel Silverstein
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,
Up to my elbows—up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I’m terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they’re all buried).
I told them, “Bring presents.” I said, “Throw confetti.”
I guess they heard wrong
‘Cause they all threw spaghetti!
by Shel Silverstein
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,
Up to my elbows—up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I’m terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they’re all buried).
I told them, “Bring presents.” I said, “Throw confetti.”
I guess they heard wrong
‘Cause they all threw spaghetti!
Don't let the spaghetti beard prevent you from spying the cantelope!
We have determined that what was once a regular staple in the Grover house will now be enjoyed much less frequently until Amity is of the age to eat it with a fork. After careful calculations, we estimate that any money (and energy!) saved on this budget-friendly meal was later spent on the inevitable extra bath!
i love shel...how is amity's walking coming along?
ReplyDeleteValerie, we need Avery to come do a little tutoring! :) I know she'll get it when she gets it but she is just not interested yet. She can crawl super-fast but I am eager for her to walk so we can enjoy parks and playgrounds a little more.
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