You come in all shapes and sizes
Draped with plenty of palatable sauces
Hot and spicy, rich and creamy, cool and greeny, thick and tangy
Whatever your make-up maybe, you always make me happy
Spaghetti, you spin around my fork like a ballerina
And cradle my tongue with your slender strands
Confetti, I throw around when bacon and yolk make up my carbonara
Ecstasy, I feel as I eat oodles of you and slip into a food coma
If I had a penny every time I had penne
I’ll have a lot of money and buy some more penne
Be it an Alfredo or an arrabbiata
In my mind, you are ever-present like a Mazda Miata
I am a mormon married to your sermons:
Gnocchi with some kochchi; linguine with some zucchini
I love you lasagna, cause you pack a punch like Israel Adesanya
Macaroni with pepperoni is a testimony to our juicy matrimony
You nourish me with your warmth, help me flourish with comfort
You are my silver lining, my darling, mmm, delicious dining
Be it at a cafe or a buffet, I only have eyes for you, habibi
Till next time, I’ll be back, hasta la pasta, baby
