The other day, I had some noodles drowned in sauce.
I did not think there would be any loss,
But my life did kind of hurt
At its splattering on my bleach white t-shirt.
One slip, and now I bear the reddish stain
Of a new aversion to all noodles, which I ought not disdain.
It’s a shame I avoid dishes of my Master’s will,
For I evade those too because of one washable spill.
Yes, time and care must be taken,
But if not, what fear is next, bacon?!
-Austin Ward
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