It was a tale,
As old as now -
As I was 26 years old -
When I was taken to daycare.
Being the quiet and shy type,
I really didn't know anyone -
So I tried to escape.
My first attempt,
I went through the doors -
But apparently,
Opening them with my mind,
Didn't work.
My second attempt,
I tried to physically open the doors -
They were locked.
On my third attempt,
I told one of the employees,
That I wanted to leave -
They smiled,
And replied -
" Aww,
Aren't you cute!
Now sit the f@#! down. "
That's when I knew,
I was in serious trouble.
I shouted for help,
But I just got a spanking -
And put in time out
I held back my tears,
And I contemplated,
On what I should do next.
That's when I saw something,
Something that was odd -
Something that the children,
And employees were doing.
Cooking,
And eating spaghetti,
While wearing strainers,
On their heads.
"Be kind unto others! " -
Shouted one of the employees.
In confusion I replied,
In anger -
" How about you be kind onto me,
You hypocrites. "
The children,
And employees looked towards me,
And said -
" Being touched,
And told,
That for generations,
By the sauced one -
People of all sorts,
Would be unruly -
And for some reason
The sauced one,
And it's descendents,
Would have to keep them in line.
Therefore,
They must be kept in line,
Of the sauced one. "
This explained,
The time out,
I received.
But I couldn't help,
But wonder -
Who was this sauced one?
" The answer lies,
Within the pasta. "
They all explained.
" Once touch,
By its noddle appendage,
Shall see the truth. "
Just then,
They grabbed,
A handful of spaghetti,
And began covering me with it.
I tired once again to escape,
But couldn't -
For I was in time out.
Then,
As if it were a dream,
I saw a vision.
A vision of a strange being,
Made entirely of spaghetti -
With two meatballs,
On its chest.
It was none other,
Than the sauced one -
Or some would say,
The Flying Spaghetti Monster.
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