His palms spaghetti,
Knees spaghetti,
There's spaghetti on his sweater already;
Mom's spaghetti. He's nervous,
But on the surface he calm spaghetti
To drop bombs,
But he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down.
The whole crowd
Goes spaghetti
He opens his mouth but spaghetti wont come out.
Hes choking now.
Everybody's choking now.
The clocks run out.
Time's up.
Over.
Blaow.