When Freddie Had Spaghetti
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When Freddie had spaghetti
it was something of a sight.
He would spin it with his fingers.
He would whip it left and right.
He would swing it in a circle.
He would toss it in the air.
He would flip it on his forehead.
He would wear it in his hair.
He would put it in his pockets.
He would stuff it in his socks.
He would cram it into cabinets.
He would squash it onto clocks.
He would drape it on the table.
He would pour it on the floor.
He would stick it to the windows,
and then ask to have some more.
He would play with it all morning,
through the afternoon, and night,
but he didn’t like the taste
so Freddie never ate a bite.
— Kenn Nesbitt
Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.
Reading Level: Grade 2
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