When Larry made lasagna
all his neighbors stopped and stared.
His lasagna was the largest
that had ever been prepared.
He used ninety yards of pasta
and a half a ton of cheese,
and the sauce, he spread with spatulas1
that looked a lot like skis.
With a hundred pounds of vegetables
and wagon-loads of meat
plus a tiny sprig of parsley
his lasagna was complete.
So he lifted that lasagna
with a forklift and a crane
and he placed it in an oven
that was longer than a train.
For a week, while it was baking,
its aroma2 filled the town,
till he took it from the oven
piping hot and golden brown.
All the neighbors came and tasted it
but frowned at him, and then
they complained, "It needs a bit more salt.
You'll have to start again."