I don't know if this is the first materpiece of a future poetic genius, or just the ramblings of a very hungry six-year-old. Either way it needs to be shared. By the way - she typed this up on the computer. She only asked my how to spell one word and then I had to wait to read it until she was done. The meter's a little off, but she's only six - and hey, what do I know about poetry, she's the genius.
I want spaghetti.
Give me spaghetti or else I will be crazy.
Funny thing, we didn't even have spaghetti for dinner. But she said it smelled like spaghetti - must have been the rice cooking. You see dinner was about 45 minutes late because I hit the wrong button on the rice cooker. It took my 20 minutes to realize that I hadn't seen any steam coming out of the vent. Oh well.