Spaghetti
Spaghetti on the windowsill.
Spaghetti on the chair.
Spaghetti on the ceiling fan.
Spaghetti here and there.
Spaghetti to the left and right.
Spaghetti north and south.
Spaghetti ends up everywhere
except the baby’s mouth.
This one also harkens back to one of the earliest doodles I’ve done, but this, again, is the first time that Andrew is going to get to read the poem!
