See if you can figure out what the waffles and spaghetti is supposed to mean hehe.

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Mr. Wafflebrain

And Miss. Spaghettihead

Got together one day

 

They hit it off quite well

Amazingly compatible you could say.

 

Well eventually they realized they’re different

And not all opposites attract

They began to fight and squabble

Had nothing nice to say.

 

Break up

Make up

Break up again

“Why are we withering away?

 

“Please, let’s fix this”

To each other they’d pray

 

Mr. Wafflebrain

And Miss Spaghettihead

Were so stubborn

Fed up

And fighting again

 

“I have to come 90 or beyond for you

while you won’t even come 10.

If they say ‘all is fair in love and war’

What do you call this then?”

 

Mr. Wafflebrain was so simply basic ‘twas complicated

It was vague to Miss. Spaghettihead

What all went on inside

 

That Miss. Spaghettihead’s noodle,

So tangled and intricate

What to think or understand of him she couldn’t seem to decide.

 

Why did it seem so right before?

How come I’m not irresistible anymore?

Now you’re just the resisting kind

So what if we aren’t the same you and i

Don’t opposites attract?

 

You were feeln strong for me there.

Why’d you suddenly push back?

 

Sometimes its impossible to think now

With all these complex thoughts which reside

Why cant I be a wafflebrain too?

So that you and I could stay?

 

No you’ll never be satisfied

It’s the unfortunate truth, Mr. Wafflebrain

You jump from box-to-box in your thoughts

And change who you want in your bed.

What feelings you have in your heart

And what’s going on in your head.

 

I am sad to see what that will bring you to

Not giving or loving yourself and another

But despising all instead

 

I can’t understand or say more to you

You won’t listen to what’s in my heart or mind

You set me in your “nothing” box

And put earplugs on your heart

 

Wow the acoustics in here are great

In this nothing box where you’ve tuned me out.

I keep echoing, Echoing, ECHOING

As if somehow understanding will get out

It may eventually reach you

If it does it might be late

‘Cause now I have no more room or appetite

For waffles on my spaghetti plate.

 

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  • Fresh Writing on Mar 19, 2009

    Hi Selma,

    Very funny and beautiful poem here…Highly amusing! :D

    Excellent work.

    -Fresh Writing

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