I Have Noodles in My Nostrils
 
 


by Kenn Nesbitt
 
   
I have noodles in my nostrils.
I have noodles on my nose.
There are noodles on my cheeks and chin
and dripping down my clothes.

I’ve got more upon my forehead.
Some are sticking to my neck.
It’s completely disconcerting.
I’m a noodle-covered wreck.

I can see them on my kneecaps,
and I know they’re in my shoes.
(When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy,
and I feel them start to ooze.)

There are several in my pockets.
There’s a handful in my hair.
And I’m pretty sure that some are even
in my underwear.

So try not to do what I did:
I’m a total nincompoop,
and I fell asleep at lunch
while eating chicken noodle soup.

Text © Kenn Nesbitt reprinted from Revenge of the Lunch Ladies, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike & Carl Gordon. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

Click on the book cover below for more information or to buy the book.

 
 
 
go back to Food Poems