I walked into that little pasta bar.
Yea, stopped by and checked out that little pasta bar.
My stomach had intentions of going far.
Had been waiting in a line for the past hour.
Yea, stuck outside in the cold for a solid hour.
Gave my hunger some time to build its awful power.
I sat down and ordered a dish right away.
Ordered a fast one before the waiter got away.
I’m not even gonna give that pasta time to pray.
‘E returned with a pasta with four different cheese.
A strong smelling pasta with four different cheese.
My stomach growled to show that it was pleased.
15 minutes later the plate was still unfinished.
By that 15 minutes the plate was only half finished.
Half the pasta remained and my hunger was diminished.
The four different cheese came, saw and conquered me.
Yea, that cheese was strong, powerful and overwhelmed me.
Looted my hunger and left my mouth smellin’ of cheese.
Now I got them Pasta Bar blues.
Down in a funk with the Pasta Bar blues.
My hunger was so strong, how could I lose?
Now what kind of man can I be?
Now what kind of man can I be?
One who can’t even finish his pasta with four different cheese.
Yea, I got them Pasta Bar blues.
Down in a funk with the pasta Bar blues.
I should have stuck to house specialty stews.
Notes on this Poem: Based on a true story! I wrote this for english class, yes, because we had to bring in a blues poem. I did it right after returning home from Anton's Pasta Bar by Hastings in Burnaby. The place is great, but they give you a huge dish, enough for three. However, my dad order each person a dish so no one managed to finish. I think we still have some and it's like 5 days past already.
Update: Jan 22. Edited version is now up, finalized for English class. Took out a stanza and changed a bit of the stanza after that so that the poem would still make sense