Rich pasta, smooth and golden.
Without you, my heart is frozen.
Warm inside me, with paprika,
I brought you here, to America
My macaroni.
My love for you, cannot be bound.
I went to France, and then I found,
Such a beautiful thing, it makes me smile,
I keep your recipe in a file.
My macaroni.
Your brilliance, I cannot describe.
I would gladly take you as a bribe.
To have you on my plate, I can't deny,
Melting cheese, oh how you satisfy.
My macaroni.
Creamy and decadent, you enchant,
Every bite, a flavour that I can't recant.
Cooked to perfection, a culinary treasure,
You bring joy beyond measure.
My macaroni.
With each forkful, I savour the taste,
A symphony of flavours that can't be replaced.
Oozing cheese, a delightful sensation,
You bring comfort and elation.
My macaroni.
From the oven, your aroma fills the air,
Everyone around can't help but stare,
They yearn for a bite, to share the delight,
A dish that brings pure appetite.
My macaroni.
Also fuck you Hamilton
YOU ARE READING
My Macaroni - By Thomas Jefferson
PoetryThomas Jefferson loves macaroni so much he writes a poem about it. (obviously I wrote it but we don't talk about that) This wont make sense if you 1) Haven't watched Hamilton 2) Don't know enough about history
