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Was family reunion time at Granny’s home
Aunt Ethel was fixing the meal all alone,
we were told she had just been to cooking school
so we figured it wouldn’t be any sickening gruel.

Looked forward to a special treat
until we got a whiff of what she called meat,
sure didn’t make us ready
for what she claimed was spaghetti,
last time I heard it should never move
too late our stomachs churned in a vomiting groove.

So glad there were so many bushes outside
because there was only one toilet inside,
digging holes so of our upchucking we could hide,
crawling back to the table wishing we had died.

Yep, auntie may have learned something gourmet and new,
but to us it was what we called, “Cordon Phew!”