Chicken Soup Lunch! A wintertime tradition returned to the LMC last week, with Mrs. Cifrodella sharing delicious stories as students savored slippery slurpery chicken noodle soup. As we scooped that soup, we began thinking about the different kinds of pasta in the world: all the names and shapes and sizes -- and rhyming pasta-bilities! Today, we've decided to stir the pot and add some pasta poems to Poetry on Parade. Our first two poems, both from What's on the Menu: Food Poems, use heaping helpings of repetition, word play, and clever rhyme.
Italian Noodles
Whenever I
Eat ravioli
I fork it quick
But chew it sloli.
A meatballed mound
Of hot spaghetti
Is what I'm rarin' for
Alretti.
Why, when it comes
To pipelike ziti--
Well, I don't know
A sight more priti.
Wouldn't you love
To have lasagna
Any old time
The mood was on ya?
Oh why oh why
Do plates of pasta
Make my heart start
Fluttering fasta?
by X.J. Kennedy
Ready for Spaghetti
Pasta ribbons, pasta bows,
Pasta spirals, pasta O's,
Some is white and some is green,
Some comes with spinach in between.
It's shaped like tubes and wheels and strings
And named all sorts of funny things:
Ravioli, tortellini,
Macaroni and linguini.
In my book it is supreme;
I like it best with peas and creme.
Pasta-- there's no way to beat it.
The only thing to do is eat it!
by Peggy Guthart
In our last poem, from A Foot in the Mouth: Poems to Speak, Sing, and Shout, the poet works up an appetite with a long rhyming pasta list:
Pasta Paradise
Ziti marching in a row--
then capelli d'angelo--
ravioli--
tortellini--
wide lasagna--
slim linguine--
itsy bits of pert pastina--
piles of penne mezzanine--
ditali and ditalini--
teeny, weeny tubettini--
farfalle--
and capellini--
nests of woven fettucine--
Basta!
That's enough already,
Fill my bowl up with spaghetti!
And while you're at it, will you please
pass along the grated cheese.
by Bobbi Katz
We were happy to discover several nonfiction books in the LMC that describe the pasta-making process and the various types of pasta. All that reading about pasta whet our appetites, so we stuck our imaginary fork in rotini, used our noodle, and tried a rhyming doodle:
Eat rotini
orange and greeni
twisting, turning in betweeni
plate and mouth like spiral genie,
like a lean and mean Houdini!
Eat rotini
orange and greeni
slyest pasta I have seeni!
Pick a noodle and make a rhyming doodle. You may find yourself serving up a tasty pasta poem!
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