The Spaghetti Debacle

Bolognese pawprints up the wall

Cutlery haphazardly scattered

Sporks and all

My little baby lupe

What a sight to be seen

Once clean and blue

Now overwhelmed by Italian cuisine

Meatballs in mouth

Tomato puree in hair

There was my lupe

Standing wide-eyed on a chair

Dinner was ruined

Spaghetti night was a bust

My lupe cast a guilty look

As I glared down in disgust

But how could I get angry

At my favourite neopet?

So I surrendered, sat down beside him

And lit up a cigarette