Ode to Pasta

I was going to write about All Saints Day but quickly realised that I could not better the William Walsham How hymn, ‘For all the saints, who from their labours rest’. I decided not to embarrass myself, or distress you with my pathetic efforts. As usual, inspiration came after a short nap. I was changing the display picture on my BBM app to that of a meal I had the last time I was in Italy and I thought, ‘Of course, an ode to pasta’. Long overdue, I don’t know why there isn’t one. I aim to rectify this sadly neglected branch of poetry. (Yes, from the sublime to the ridiculous. Bur bear with me, it’s Monday and we all need cheering up). I have composed not one, but two poems in praise of pasta.

I sing the gnocchi electric

O Tortelli, what ecstasy

I emanate when you I see

Once Penne held me with its charms

To Ziti I owe countless sighs

‘Twas Spaghetti while overseas

Now all three are nonentities

For you eclissare you see

Ti voglio Torti to a T

(with apologies to Louise.J.Walker and Walt Whitman)

Comparative eatology

Rice is nice

But Pasta is fasta

(with apologies to Ogden Nash)

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