The Noodle

How has such delectation come about?

This thing so long and all around,

Such flexibility has it in all things,

Shape, form and tasty strings,

Hot one day and cold the next,

To taste of it way well be a hex,

Sating hunger of stomach and soul,

And it often comes in a bowl,

I speak ofcourse of the noodle,

Which the world loves in oodles.

What I am

I am the black spot that scars,

The faces of countless stars,

I am the deep void from,

Whence dark shadows come,

All will love me and despair,

Be they or not prepared.