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MACARONI BOY EATS AT CHEZ SHOOBY DOO

[THE WAITER:]
Welcome to our restaurant, young man.
We’re serving a medley of local flavors
designed to please the palate
and stretch the checkbook.
May I tell you about our specials?

Tonight we have an angel tooth pasta
on a bed of baby green things,
lightly dusted with wild billy goat cheese.

Oh, you know what you’d like to order . . . Yes?


[THE BOY:]
Oh, I’d like . . . .
macaroni
that creamy, cheesy treat
Just give me macaroni
can’t think of anything better to eat
Please, sir, just macaroni
I’m sure your stuff can’t be beat,
but it’s just
macaroni for me


[THE WAITER:]
Perhaps you’d be interested in our fish special: we have a halibut head stew braised in an artichoke flannel ragout, followed by a light bologna sorbet?

Would you like to change your order?


[THE BOY:]
Oh, I’d like . . . .
macaroni
that creamy, cheesy treat
Just give me macaroni
can’t think of anything better to eat
Please, sir, just macaroni
I’m sure your stuff can’t be beat,
but it’s just
macaroni for me


[THE WAITER:]
I noticed your mother was eyeing our oysters on the half a snail
with a sun-dried potato, butternut squish tapenade?

It’s not too late to change your mind


[THE BOY:]
Oh, I’d like . . . .
macaroni
that creamy, cheesy treat
Just give me macaroni
can’t think of anything better to eat
Please, sir, just macaroni
I’m sure your stuff can’t be beat,
but it’s just
macaroni for me


[THE WAITER:]
Son, I’d be remiss in my duties as a server of hotay cuisine
if I didn’t mention that the chef is grilling tarnished game pins
on the back of the catering truck fender
and braising them in a
raspberry, orange, banana, bleu cheese, peanut butter sauce.

Are you sure you won’t reconsider?


[THE BOY:]
Hmmmmmm……
Naaaaahhhhhh.

Oh, I’d like . . . .
macaroni
that creamy, cheesy treat
Just give me macaroni
can’t think of anything better to eat
Please, sir, just macaroni
I’m sure your stuff can’t be beat,
but it’s just
macaroni for me


© Ginger Hendrix