Ode to Macaroni

 

Ode to Macaroni

In quiet anxiety, I sit

Watching the oven door

Time slowly passes

While I wait in drooling anticipation.

The timer beeps

And I gently remove my prize

A baked macaroni caresses my nose

As I hide my joy.

I will share my wealth,

I will share my home,

I will share my thoughts,

But the slightly burnt cheese is all mine!

Having feasted to my fill

I sense a feeling of remorse

As others fill their plates

Oh well, this too will pass.

The blackened cheese is mine!

 

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I am the Rural Iowegian of www.ruraliowegian.wordpress.com a published author and an award winning photographer. I use this space to speak my mind. God Bless.
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