Some drink grappa in Old Trieste
Some publish novels with a vanity press
But I love noodles
Some name their country homes ‘Le BelleBelle Rive’
Some name their yachts ‘O Big Mighty Steve’
But I love noodles
Some like the taste of mackerel in a can
Some can’t write essays without quoting Lacan
But I love noodles
Some like to consider nude curling the hardest sport
Some like to call the tansy flower common yellow mugwort
But I love noodles
Some love a poem that speaks of rare flowers
Some wake up and say, ‘Ohmigod! Gotta shower!’
But I love noodles