A Pot Of Spaghetti

A pot of spaghetti
Was boiling all around
My mother was searching for me
But I could not be found

They didn't care
It seemed so easy
I must have gone on a walk
But still my mother was queasy.

I watched them from above
For they will never find
I'm sticking to the ceiling
They looked forward, not behind

They are really
beginning to worry
They begin to shout
And scurry

I drop down with a thud
To screams and tears
They realize my worth
They finally do, my peers

No one
Asks how
They are content
To be with me now