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Saturday, August 12, 2017

Feeling Like A Meatball?

On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed...

Poor little meatball. 

What did he ever do to anyone anyway? Sittin' on the top of his world, minding his own meatball and spaghetti business when suddenly... 

He's completely blindsided by a nasty blast of someone's sneeze! 

And, if that's not enough, he gets knocked off his horse, (well, pasta platter) and rolls right out of his comfort zone. First the table, then the floor and - who knows why nobody stopped and helped the poor fellow - but he rolls right out the door! How much more vulnerable and out of your element can you get?!

What downward momentum he must have had because he didn't stop there. His humbling journey continues as he rolls into the garden and, of all places, under a bush where no one can see him and he can very well be forgotten about altogether. What a personal dilemma and place of humiliation for the confused guy. I can imagine after a moment of lying there as a pile of mush, that he may have been tempted to despair and give up on all hope of anything good coming from such a terrible thing.  

But, to his amazement, this was not the end of his story! 

Surprisingly, we are told that the 'mush was as tasty as tasty can be!' His trial made him even more pleasing! Imagine that! And, after a year of hiding, the season changed and what was once a pile of mush became its own growing tree! And, that tree grew amazing 'fruit' - more meatballs and tomato sauce! 

So, if you're a meatball all covered in cheese, on top of your bowl of spaghetti.  Remember the journey of our poor little fellow and the good that came out of that sneeze!

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.

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