Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I just whispered to myself: "Just Lasagna"


My Lasagna Body

a poem by Leah

Instead of bones:
Cooked lasagna pasta
slippery noodle hooked 
to my toe.

5 comments:

Diego Garcia said...

It would stink to have a lasagna body because everyone would think you were so delicious and want to eat you.



Especially Garfield.

Keren, rhymes w/ Heron said...

One would also get moldy, and be in need of preservatives often.

holly said...

Lasagna is not "just lasagna" if mom makes it. Happy Birthday

Leah, wife of Jacob said...

thanks mom!

HanBanan said...

LOVE THIS!!