ME

It was my homework. The frist day I was absent. She wanted us to write
a poem with people, food or things. I had no idea but spaghetti. I did
not know why and it was not what I was good at. You could want me to
write with ease except for a peom. You still had to force yourself to
do it. So I started to think what I really liked. Yeah... spaghetti.
Here it is.

Tasty Spaghetti, Tasty Spaghetti


The price range is huge.
It depands your incomes.
Taking the salary to reward,
And getting into a spaghetti restaurant.
Tasty spaghetti, tasty spaghetti,
Here I am.
Order my favor flavor.
Noodles give delicious,
With cheese sauce.
Mushrooms and seafood,
Can not be forgot.
Roll noodles with fork,
Send it to my eager mouth,
Taste it as treasure.
Feel the fresh,
Smell, taste,
And the chef's heart.
Spaghetti achieves its worth.
Wages do its work.


It was very raw without any making up but it just told my words.