Pasta

Beth stood at the door with a grin.

“OK” said Reala. “I’ll bite.”

“Not me you won’t!” yelled Beth with a smile.

“Beth” said Reala, “why are you dressed as a macaro…”

“Fake macaroni” pipped in Beth.

“Why then” replied Reala, “are you dressed as a fake macaroni?”

“Because” grinned Beth, “I’m an impasta!”

“Good grief” sighed Reala.

Tales of the Blue Moon

4 thoughts on “Pasta

  1. Beth Quander

    Fusilli bugger. I’m the real thing! Don’t gnocchi-t. I think you mac-ur-oni assumptions, orzo you say. But I think you’re just being a pesto about it…

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