The "Crazy Cooks" are waiting patiently for the concert to start.
They are excited and nervous about performing to lots of people.
I have noodles in my nostrils.
I have noodles on my nose.
There are noodles on my cheeks and chin
I’ve got more upon my forehead.
Some are sticking to my neck.
It’s completely disconcerting.
I’m a noodle-covered wreck.
I can see them on my kneecaps,
(When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy,
There are several in my pockets.
There’s a handful
And I’m pretty sure that some are even
So try not to do what I did:
I’m a total nincompoop,
Here are some of us reading the poem:
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We have been so fortunate to be able to work with 2 experts in their fields this last fortnight. We met Bob Kerr, Writer and Artist. He ...