FSMISM!
The prophet Boyardee sat eating in his shack
As he stuck his fork in, the spaghetti fought back.
It rose above his plate, hovering in the air
And spoke on to him, a meal to prepare…
Boyardee with anger struck back at the mass
For he was hungry and desired no such impasse.
The clump of spaghetti, with an eye of meatball
Blinked and provided a tomatoey brawl.
Boyardee was pinned and heard a voice from beyond:
“Drop your cookware!” and upon him it donned…
He was speaking to a deity as noodley as “He” was
And he thought it was due to the wine being the cause.
But with great speed a wet appendage descended
A slap across the face as if to say this isn’t pretended.
And the young chef listened as to what he should do
As the booming voice instructed him a simple how-to.
“Your task is to deliver me to a world of woe.
To do this you must create the great Spaghetti’O!”
As he stuck his fork in, the spaghetti fought back.
It rose above his plate, hovering in the air
And spoke on to him, a meal to prepare…
Boyardee with anger struck back at the mass
For he was hungry and desired no such impasse.
The clump of spaghetti, with an eye of meatball
Blinked and provided a tomatoey brawl.
Boyardee was pinned and heard a voice from beyond:
“Drop your cookware!” and upon him it donned…
He was speaking to a deity as noodley as “He” was
And he thought it was due to the wine being the cause.
But with great speed a wet appendage descended
A slap across the face as if to say this isn’t pretended.
And the young chef listened as to what he should do
As the booming voice instructed him a simple how-to.
“Your task is to deliver me to a world of woe.
To do this you must create the great Spaghetti’O!”