Hungry
Yearning for pasta now
Tummy bellows like a cow

Pesto and Pasta will have to wait
My muse and I have a date
Wordsmith and Wisdom growing thin
Ignore that longing if I want to win

Mrs Meyer,
You are so smart!
Basil, Be still my heart!

Alas, from this sink I must depart.
Crisp and clean, it met my nose
Soon spongy bubbles from it arose
Bright, cheerful scented ones
Tickling dishes by the tons.