Trying to eat spaghetti
is really hard to do.
The noodles slide right off my fork —
I think the sauce needs glue.
I’ll finally fork a noodle,
and as I watch it squirm,
just to bug my mother,
I’ll say, “Oh look! A worm!”
I’ll slurp that long, worm noodle
like soda through a straw,
and after tell my mother,
“I like to eat worms raw!”
Finally are the meatballs,
I eat whole — one by one.
This dinner’s more like playtime!
Spaghetti sure is fun!
The Lonely Meatball 
Kind of a gross little boy! Cool pic!
Cheers!
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When I think about it, this is my second post with the idea of little boys eating worms. It’s a bit odd, I guess.
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I think there may be something traumatic about that idea that is hiding in your memory.
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You might be right!
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My son ate grasshoppers. Little boys eat worms on a dare. they taste like dirt.
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Yuck! Grasshoppers! Obviously, that’s the voice of experience.
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