Spaghetti

First we make the dough for the noodles.
Then we run it through the pasta cutter;
it makes long noodles.
Then the sauce:
Sauce bubbles singing sauce, sauce...
Peppers settle in for a long hot bath.
Mushrooms simmer and begin to float...
Onion cries Too hot! Too hot!
Garlic says more of me...
Meat and cheese begin to fight
NO me! No me!

This poem was published in the
February 1st, 2000 edition of Real Change