Yeti

Spaghetti Yeti grew grottos

yet he knew he was bound

not so much for this life

but spreading pasta love

in the lungs of bolognese

romancers spending

their nights in alleyways

slurping up the remains.

He wants to be the servery

the king of the culinary

cuts of strips and stripes

the layers of longing

caked in broody words

between man and woman

doubling in size after each meal

seeing each other as fools

and practicing the pasta weaves

on their veins to become circus tricks.

Yeti will lick these folk forever

and lust the catering career

until it becomes his…

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