Macaroni night, I’m delighted to introduce
the dessert, blistering lizard
very carefully tazed and crazed
La moot, my maids made it, I lazed

Bum ta dum, I laced it up and pasted it
down the throat of the jackhammer
Terrorifying the glaze off the mace
Brewing the smell of a hammering bass

Sharazad the jungle theme
believing that roasted salmon
tasted a whole lot better than cream
mixed in with a thin layer of meme
beaten to foam by a lean violin

And for the final round, whale nuts
buts and nots, weird looks all across
no fuss, straight to the guts of the nuts
spiced up around, bottom covered crust
frost just enough to numb the lust
of the nuts crazed individuals

Balls balls balls, in our mouths
chewing in disgust, on lots of nuts
The Macaroni taste is long lost
In taste of nuts we trust