Erika and Her Pasta Princess Wedding

I know a girl named Erika

She is a Pasta Princess

Fettuccini, spaghetti, bowtie

And macaroni for the guests

She is not an ordinary Princess

She likes to wear long pants

So when she’s finished her pasta

She can do her pasta dance

She likes to eat her pasta plain

"Please set the sauce aside"

So if she gets some on her pants

Her mother will not cry

When she becomes a woman

She’ll marry an Italian man

We're invited to her wedding

In perfect pasta land

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Her gown is made of pasta shells

Around his neck a bowtie

Rings of tortellini, flowers of radiatore

And a church with lasagna aisles

They'll stay married a long long time

Dancing the rotini and fusilli

This is the end of Erika's pasta story

Now wasn't that really silly?!

IMAGE CREDITS:  Google Images