My Lasagna Body
a poem by Leah
Cooked lasagna pasta
slippery noodle hooked
to my toe.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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5 comments:
It would stink to have a lasagna body because everyone would think you were so delicious and want to eat you.
Especially Garfield.
One would also get moldy, and be in need of preservatives often.
Lasagna is not "just lasagna" if mom makes it. Happy Birthday
thanks mom!
LOVE THIS!!
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