Prompt: a fresh start
You waited ‘till the pot was ready,
Then you cast in the spaghetti;
The sticks of pasta pierced the roiling boil
As your hands reached fierce for the spoiling oil.
A dash of olive oil from the bottle’s neck;
A second, a third – what the heck!
You strained the spaghetti and plated it well,
And you drained the sauce jar — what the hell?
The oil added with such jubilance
Simply acted as a lubricant
You, feeling a fool, started to become irate
As sauce pooled at the bottom of your plate.
Fill the pot again as you imagine a fresh start;
Try again at this Italian dark and arcane art.