Around the Meatball Planet
Which has a bit of granite
Connections are being made
Amongst many noodly shades
I’m a Pastafarian
Means I’m non-sectarian
Spaghetti Monster Flying
Challenges those a-lying
Pasta, pirates, rum, and Cats
We believe in wearing Hats
We even got a Garu
Living in a cave Guru
Try to be logically
Science-based society
Should you find us wanting
Then go elsewhere haunting
This was such a silly poem. And it made me hungry for pasta again. I enjoyed the fun that this poem had.