A Silly Post

Mom wrote this poem when she was not quite 23 about a happy little man who made so many noodles the floor fell through... We ran across it the other day and had such a good laugh, I had to pass it on. A little bit of a stretch from the usual theme of this blog, but I couldn't resist sharing something so cute with you :) !

This man named Albert Noodle-Drop

Made pasta at his store.
It made no difference what was bought,
Big Al kept cooking more!

He used to live on second floor,
making pasta; it is true...
His name was spelled without the 'drop'
Until the floor fell through!