Spaghetti Shel Silverstein

Spaghetti, spaghettie, all over the place,
Up to my elbows—up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.

The party is ruined, I've terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they're all buried).
I told them, "Bring presents." I said, "Throw confetti."
I guess they heard wrong
'Cause they all threw spaghetti!