I Couldn’t Say Pasketties
I couldn’t say pasketties no matter how hard I tried.
If somebody asked me to, I would down right lie.
I’d say, “I can say it, but don’t want to right now.”
For years I got away with it, as long as time allowed.
But as I grew much older my younger charm didn’t work.
When I came out with pasketties, they noticed my strange quirk.
They’d laugh at me and make fun of the way I said the word.
I didn’t enjoy being laughed at, I felt the whole thing absurd.
So I kept my trap shut, especially around that group,
Even if it I didn’t like it, I always asked for soup.
After all those years, I finally learned to say that word.
But now I find I can not spell it, now isn’t that absurd.
Written by,
Bonnie May
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E bene, questo name di la pasta è S-P-A-G-U-E-T-T-I al pomidoro (tomatoes per you) e una bottle di Chianti per fare one smile per tè.
Giorgio a la cucina (kitchen per le yankeese)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
ROTF at Linda's "Fire...truck."
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D