More Spagetti, I Say!

"Play with me, Minnie.
Play with me, please.
We can stand on our heads.
We can hang by our knees."

"Oh, no.
I can't play.
I can't play with you , Freddy.
Not now.
Can't you see?
I am eating spagetti."

"Now you can do it.
Now you can play.
We can jump on the bed for the rest of the day."

"No, I can not.
I can not jump and play.
Can't you see?
I need more.
More spagetti, I say!
I love it.
I love it.
I love it.
I do.
I love it so much!"

"More than me?"

"More than you.
I love it on pancakes
with icecream and ham.
With pickles and cookies,
bananas and jam.
I love it with mustard
and marsmellow stuff.
I eat it all day.
I just can't get enough.
I eat it on truck,
and I eat it in trees."

"You eat it too much.
Won't you play with me,
PLEASE?"

"I can run in spagetti.
And ride in spagetti.
I can jump.
I can slide.
I can hide in spagetti.
I can skate on spagetti,
and ski on spagetti.
And look at this picture.
That's me on spagetti."

"Spagetti. Spagetti.
That's all you can say.
I am going to throw your spagetti away.
I am going to throw it all over the bed,
in the grass,
in the mud,
in the paint,
ON YOUR HEAD!

Oh, Minnie,
that look on your face!
You look bad,
You look big.
You look green.
You look sick
You look sad."

"You are right.
I am green.
I feel sick.
Yes, I do.
I think I will rest.
I will sit here with you."

"Let me take this away now.
I think that I should.
And then we can play.
Mmmmmmmm! Spagetti is good.
I love it.
I love it.
I love it.
I do.
I need more spagetti.
I can't play with you."

"But now I can play.
I can play with you, Freddy."

"Not now.
Can't you see?
I am eating spagetti."


The dilemas of eating spagetti by Rita Golden Gelman.