In a town called Pasta.A Poem by andrew mitchell
The feud between the Linguine
and Fettuccine clan started when Angel hair came into town. Besotted by her texture so smooth, Fusilli noted she was cooked al dente. But when Lasagne was found dead on the floor of the kitchen by Tagliatelle; a posse of Macaroni shells blamed Rigatoni who sided with Fettuccine. Later, he was found hung with the garlic. Linguine in outrage hired the top gunslingers: Penne, Vermicelli, Tortellini, Pappardelle, Cannelloni, Ravioli, and Orzo - the Magnificent Pasta Seven. The battle was fought and won and while the seven became five losing Penne and Orzo, victory was restored in the cleanup; tomato sauce and paste were everywhere. Meanwhile, Parmesan, a drifter looked on with Seasonings. As for Angel hair, she fell for the Cook. After all, it was just another Spaghetti Western.
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Added on August 18, 2018Last Updated on August 18, 2018 Authorandrew mitchelladelaide, AustraliaAboutStrindberg said. " When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..Writing
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