The Dorm Student’s Prayer

This was definitely something that would have gone on my wall or door or whatnot during the entirety of the five years I lived in dorms.

Our Pasta,
who art in colander
draining be thy noodles.

Thy noodle come
thy sauce be yum
on top of some grated parmesan.

Give us this day our garlic bread
and forgive us our traspasses
as we forgive those who trample on our lawns.

And lead us not into vegetarianism,
but deliver us some pizza.

For thine is the meatball,
the noodle, and the sauce
Forever and ever. Ramen.

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