I’ve been called charming,
(I think they were high),
Said my jokes were funny,
(I’m not sure why).
Someone said my pasta’s divine,
(It’s Barilla — I just read the time).
“You make gluten-free look easy!” they said,
(While I cried over bread I can’t have instead).
“You’ve got great taste in music!” they cheered,
(They meant their playlist — let’s make that clear).
“You’ve got a way with words!” they claimed,
(Mostly sarcasm — it’s kind of my game).
But the best compliment, the one I hold dear,
Was simple, sincere, and music to my ear:
“That actually tastes good!” — no greater prize,
In a gluten-free world, that’s Michelin in disguise.
So yeah — pasta skills, dad jokes,
And charm that’s hit or miss,
But if gluten-free food gets a thumbs up,
That’s pure culinary bliss.
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