Lasagna

Lasagna is amazing, it’s my brother’s favourite food
It’s the meal of Garfield’s picky passion
It’s the only thing that sounds disgusting
But truly tastes delicious
Our own personal piece of heaven
Tomato sauce, simmered and seasoned
With ground beef or lamb entwined
Flattened noodles with curly edges
Sitting on the fluid
An awkward mixture of spinach and ricotta
That you’d think would be vomit-inducing
Is layered on next, amazing when it’s cooked
Then more sauce and more noodles
Stacked and stacked ‘til there’s no more room
Then you carefully top it off
With thin-sliced mozzarella
And a bit of shredded parmesan
You slip it in the oven and wait about an hour
You pull it out, it’s bubbling softly
The aroma making you giddy
The melted cheese is perfectly gooey
All you want is to take a big bite
But you must wait, let it sit
Otherwise it’ll become stew on the plate
Leave it be for ten minutes to retain its shape
Then finally, finally, you can cut your piece
Lift it gently to your plate
Screw the knife, but wield the fork
Bring it softly to your lips
Open wide, invite it inside
Chew and savor, swallow and moan
Epic-ness on a single utensil
You shovel and shovel
Surprised when the plate’s empty
But that’s okay, you realize
Because in the dish
There’s still lasagna aplenty