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Everywhere she turned
There were bow ties in the air
Flying about the kitchen
Out the door and up the stairs

She didn’t have a clue how
They jumped from out the pot
Trying to catch them in her hand
No good, they were too hot

Slipping and sliding on the floor
She had to find an easier way
To get them back in the water
And stop this aerial display

It was macaroni madness
The likes she’d never seen
And such a mess, who knew
Macaroni could be so mean

Finally, deciding to give up
Drenched in Alfredo cream
Grateful, when she realized
It was all just a terrible dream


**I don’t know about you, but Fettuccine Alfredo sounds good to meΒ Β  πŸ˜‰

February Writing Prompts – Macaroni Madness – Day 11/28

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