Tuna Noodle Casserole

Suddenly, with a gust the door

bangs open?

Was that the loud crashing noise?

But, what is that noise now?

That loud repetitive, hypnotic, beat

Drifting from the front door to our room.

Words spluttering, rhyming, fast-paced

rapping! It's a rap!

Closer. It's coming closer

I can distinguish the words.

Tuna noodle casserole.

What the?

Tuna. Noodle. Casserole.

Suddenly, our bedroom door is kicked open!

Tuna Noodle Casserole.

Don't you like our rap? He asks,

thrusting his phone into my face,

the song still playing.

He smiles brightly. His face almost as red

as his hair.

I smile back,

I love it.