The Spaghetti Challenge
 
 


by Leslie D. Perkins
 
   
My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
and every time she cooks it
I can hardly wait to eat it.

I twist the strands around my fork
with wonderful control,
but as I raise them to my mouth
they fall back in the bowl.

I twirl the noodles once again
with all the skill I’m able,
but as I lift them up to eat
they tumble to the table.

I spin my fork; spaghetti winds
around and round once more;
but as it nears my waiting lips
it slithers to the floor.

My mom’s spaghetti is the best;
no other mom can beat it;
but I would like it better
if I got a chance to eat it.

Text © Leslie D. Perkins reprinted from A Bad Case of the Giggles, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Stephen Carpenter. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

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