[net.poems] Spilled Noodles on the Floor

bdale@cmu-cs-g.ARPA (Bdale Garbee) (01/27/85)

Spilled Noodles on the Floor			841004
	by Bdale


I spoke to the Fish,
	as he did Fry.
He said few words, each
	to my Eye.

Life can be a pain,
	yellow noodles on the floor:
M'lady keeps me sane
	on my mattress on the floor.

I asked him if she loves me.

I soak up her troubles
	and carry them away,
So she wakes each morning
	to me and a beautiful day.

Now I'm down and so is she.
Her troubles come because of me.
Mine come because I can't solve hers.

He said she loves me...

We'll make it, spilt noodles and all.