The HuntA Poem by Rita L. SevGoing out for the killPapa Abbondanza is
going on the hunt; he’s
taking little Joe with him, but
Papa’s out in front
They
were the only hunters on
the Pasta Serengeti hoping
for the finest game, rotini
or spaghetti
One
time they snuck up on a herd of
wild fettuccini; last year they came home carrying a flock of slain linguini
Smaller
kills like rigatoni, penne
rigate or campanelle are
not quite as impressive, though
they feed the family well
This
time they brought their big guns for
the pasta grail most holy, stalking an entire pack of
spinach ricotta ravioli!
© 2013 Rita L. SevAuthor's Note
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