I Love Lasagne

The creamy cheese stretches out like a lengthy street,
The tender meat that makes it complete.
Like an endless sky of white puffy clouds,
There lay the burnt cheese like a saddened dry drought.

And when I nibble and chomp and munch,
I just remember that this is my brunch.
The crispy pasta with oily grease,
What else could you want? A little more cheese?

And how does this small, majestic delicacy,
Taste so good, like an edible sea?
In the world of pasta, there’s a dish you can’t beat,
It includes some sauce, cheese, and meat.

Oh please, oh please just give me a recipe book!
I can’t bear imagining it, its finger-licking good!
The lasagne is magic, massaging my tongue.
Its cheese is radiant, just as our sun.

You can eat lasagne anytime,
As long as there’s nothing left behind.
Whether for breakfast or lunch or dinner,
Those who eat will be a winner.

The aroma that spreads around your whole house,
Will attract everyone including a mouse.

One day you will be freed from its endless dream,
Only to see, pasta being steamed.
Don’t resist, don’t feel bad,
Instead indulge, you will be glad.