Tuna Noodle Casserole
Suddenly, with a gust the door
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.
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.