A challenge to do a poem similar to the "Spam Poem" dedicated to the greatest food of all time, that put millions of students through college... Ramen noodles.

Yummy Ramen noodles.
A creamy white.
The color of poodles.
Those are a sight.
The ones with their nails painted red.
And a great big 'poof' atop of their heads.
Have to wait a half hour for the water to boil.
Whiny, whiny, whiny.
What? Leftovers? Cover 'em with foil.
Shiny, shiny, shiny.
Wrap. Wrap. Wrap.
When the rain hits the window, it goes:
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Or maybe it's a man?
A burglar, a wanderer, or an obsessed fan?
If he come in, I'll whap him with a pan.
Gasp in shock and alarm!
I've just caused him bodily harm!
Innocence until proven of guilt.
That little place where you hold a knife?
It's called the hilt.
Skirts - Not just for the wife.
Men from Scotland wear kilts.
Lads and lassies, isn't it swell.
What's that girl? Timmy's in the well?
Man, what's wrong with that kid?
Has he flipped his wig?
Can't sleep. Clowns will eat me.
Need protection. Call Mr. T.
Use 1-800-Collect.
Save your friend a buck or two.
Yeah, see that.
That's what you should do.
Save me cash,
Then I can afford my stash.
Weed?
No, Creed.
You can take me Higher.
Hey, we didn't start the fire.
It was always burning,
Since the world's been turning.
Round and round we go.
Gonna be sick.
Yoda says: "Up I throw."
All the girls say "Ick."
Guys shout "Way to go!"
Going, going, gone.
Buh-Bye. So long.
Free Guilt Trip!
All expenses paid.
Any if you're lucky,
Maybe you'll get laid.
As I lay me down to sleep,
I hope I don't wake up beside a creep.
Where'd you come from?
Wha'd I drink last night?
Beer? Whiskey? A little rum?
There was a little fight.
I saved the day,
Then got carried away.
Away. Away. I cast you away.
Wait, no, come back, you didn't pay.
Sorry, my bad.
I'll put it on your tab.
Tab was a soda back in the day.
Since than, it's faded away.
Now it's 7-Up, Mountain Dew.
Oh, I'm fine, and how about you?
There's a place in France
Where naked ladies like to dance,
But it's gay Pa'ris
No need to worry.
Prejudice? Me?
One day, we shall be free.
The blind will see.
The mute will speak.
The deaf will hear.
The lame will leap.
And then, we'll go to my house
And eat a lot of sheep.
Ever read "A Lamb to the Slaughter"?
The means and motive - clear as water.
Don't worry, it's a short read.
To more reading, it may lead.
High school's over! Woo-hoo!
Now it's off to NYU.
College life, aye?
Eat noodles everyday?
Them's good eatin'
Iffin' ya don't mind waitin'
Three minute noodles.
What a lie.
Wait for the water to boil.
Time no fly.
Watched pot boil not? Might as well guess.
If the answer know you, need you life? Yes.

A ten minute poem. All about noodles.
Poetry talent, me I've oodles and oodles.
Well, not really. Actually I suck.
For me, it's all a matter of luck.