Poetry Monday :: Spaghetti - Updated

   Mimi of Messymimi's Meanderings and Diane of On the Border are taking turns supplying us with a topic for this weekly endeavour, sometimes SpikesBestMate is helping too. They also write wonderful, funny, thought-provoking, ingenious or  honestly well written verse. Go and read.
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  Jenny at Procrastinating Donkey is taking a break due to her husband's health issue. Let's continue to send warm thoughts, good energy, and lots of prayers their way as her latest update unfortunately does not bring good news.
 
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  My mother was prone to mis-explanations, as when they went from left- to right-hand traffic in Sweden, and Mother told me that lorries, buses and so on changed this Sunday with smaller cars and bikes following the week after. I was only 6 and my trust in my mother warred with incredulity in my small brain for quite a while. Something like this: "Mom is always right, but not changing all at the same time leads to traffic accidents; zillions of them, but Mom is always right. But all those accidents. The roads will be blocked, but Mom is always right." I don't remember how I resolved this.
  Of course cars, buses, lorries and bikes in Sweden all changed from left to right on the very same day! (Sunday September 3 1967) And we watched on TV.
  To come to the core of the matter. Once I asked her where spaghetti came from.

Where do spaghetti come from?
When I was small, my mother told
How near the gentle river Po,
In Italy the farmers grew
In rows, like reeds, spaghetti.
Harvested them,
Immature stem,
The moment they were ready

And if perchance they should mature,
This sometimes happened for sure
In Italy in summer time
For Luigi and for Tony.
The ripened reed,
Hollow indeed
Turned into macaroni.

The macaroni of my childhood.

And it IS even national spaghetti day in USA today :)


Next Mondays topic from Diane: Our LEAST favourite chore!