We’ll be having leftovers tonight.
Baked spaghetti is ready despite
All of my efforts pursuing
Something without a previewing.

I think I’d rather be thinner
Than eat more of this for dinner.
It had no problem going down
The second or third time around

But this fourth take tries my patience
In an apprehensive way.
How many variations
can we have before we say

that food’s no longer edible.
It’s time for an imaging game
“Leftovers” are no longer credible
So “Classics” could be the new name.

How much sweeter that would sound
“We’re having classics honey”
Than leftovers left around
To save a little money.