The macaroni in my bowl
just sat in there so cold.
So lonely and cold my macaroni in my bowl.
It sat in a hole inside my bowl,
It was not happy my poor poor macaroni in a bowl.
It sat next to chicken and poateos and cheese,
But it was still lonely it asked to die fast please.
Put me out of my misery it said to me,
I ate it up
yum yum with my tea.
Poor poor macaroni in my tummy so yummy.
Poor macaroni that used to be in my bowl all alone,
Now it's in my tummy (moan moan groan.)
Author notes
my cousin katie was eating and told me to write a poem and she helped me ansd this is what came of it.
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