I wish I could eat spaghetti in space.
I’d find a spot to spread out the pots and pans.
And I’d spoon up the spaghetti.
But in space spaghetti would spill and spew all over the place.
The sauce would spill and splash.
It would go splat and splash and make a splotch.
There’d be specks of spaghetti everywhere.
There’d be splotches of sauce everywhere.
The spaghetti sauce would spew all over space.
I’d have to sponge up all the spaghetti and sauce.
That would spoil my fun.