Oh pepperoncini atop my linguini

Do you mind if I push you aside?

For your sweet pickled fire is my only desire

Once the rest of my dish is inside

So soon Shall I eat you - Do not be afraid

For I swear I will not leave you out

The best is for last and it’s you not the noodz

That this cute little poem’s about.

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Written by Will Juergens (YouTube / Twitter / Instagram).

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