When he crawled into his bed at night
he hardly slept a wink. 

He would toss and turn
and curl up like a meat ball
and dream of noodles
plastered to his bedroom walls.

He dreamt of ….                   
spaghetti on his bedposts
spaghetti in his hair
twirled and mounded
spaghetti everywhere.

But when he awoke
there wasn’t a single noodle to be seen.
The spaghetti in his bed that was wrapped around his feet
turned out to just be the twisted bed sheets.

The spaghetti on the wall
turned out to be the wallpaper pattern after all.
And the spaghetti on his head
was just the cat nestled on his bed.  

The spaghetti castle, or so it might seem
was just one big oodle of a dream. 
So Freddy got dressed and went downstairs.

His mother knew he loved spaghetti
So even for breakfast she would have some ready.
He could smell the sauce bubbling in the big shiny pot 
Blurp  blurp  blurp
He knew it was hot.

Freddy’s tummy was a bottomless pit
He just couldn’t get enough of it.
“ Give me oodles of noodles” Freddy would roar.
 And when he was done one plate
He would ask for more. 
He would slurp and smack every last bite 
Until there wasn’t a noodle in site.

But this morning, something was wrong
His mother gave him a kiss and said
“I’m sorry Freddy, but the spaghetti is all gone.
So I made you a stack of cinnamon toast
even though I know you love spaghetti the most.”

So Freddy dug in and tried the new food.
It was sweet, crunchy and actually quite good.
He poured on more syrup
and finished every slice.
“I like this new food,
It’s really quite nice.”

And that night when Freddy went to bed
He didn’t dream of spaghetti
dancing through his head
He dreamt of cinnamon toast instead.