01/27/2010 In Art

The foolish gentleman’s lifestyle is fraught with decisions to both escalate his class and bow to other’s higher class in order to avoid petty confrontations which often lead to pistol duels or sudden-death chess matches. Therefore, in order to save his energy, a wise gentleman keeps his classiness simultaneously above and below that of those around him, both conceding defeat and retaining prestige. What follows is a poem by such a gentleman.

Oh, Oh, Oh, Spaghetti in the shape of little O’s, I do adore you so.
I promise to stick with you as you stick to the inside of the can.
Nothing can shake me loose, that is, short of a good thrashing from a spoon.
Oh, naughty Spaghetti O’s! You would do it, wouldn’t you?
And if it tweren’t for our polyamorous agreement with red wine
I would be very jealous of your pairing
but alas, I get to twirl wine as I spoon you – the best of both worlds.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Spaghetti in the shape of little O’s,
one time I found you clinging to my well-waxed mustache.
Some would say I should wipe my mouth more often whilst eating.
I say you, tired of wine always on my lips, dared to steal a kiss.
Oh, Oh, Oh, Spaghetti in the shape of little O’s,
If only you could be compared to a woman.
I could write a poem that would gain me the affections of a beautiful lass
and alas, I wouldn’t be stuck at home, drinking red wine and eating Spaghetti O’s

-Sir Aloysius de Otorio