Pasta, pasta, oh how yummy,
Long and thin, it's never crummy,
Cooked just right, it's quite a sight,
To twirl it up, and take a bite.

But sometimes, we like it wide,
Like a blanket we can hide,
Underneath a sauce so bold,
It warms us up, and never gets old.

Curly pasta's lots of fun,
It dances on our tongue,
With twists and turns, it's such a treat,
We can't resist its curly feat.

And short pasta, it's so cute,
We just can't give it the boot,
In every shape, and every size,
Pasta's always a surprise.

So next time you sit down to eat,
Remember all the pasta treats,
Long or short, thin or wide,
It's always a tasty ride.

Reflections

1. What are some different types of pasta mentioned in the poem?
2. What are some ways pasta can be cooked and served?
3. What is your favorite type of pasta and why?
4. Can you think of any other foods that are similar to pasta in shape or texture?
5. Why do you think the author of the poem likes pasta so much?