Spaghetti

An eigh line poem about spaghetti

I wonder who invented spaghetti?
Or does it just grow on trees?
No! A Nona in the kitchen, all sweaty,
Cried “Eureka” and fell on her knees.

“I’ve made a dish made in heaven
To eat with sauce oh so fine.”
“With cheese too?” There’s no question
Cheese is a must and some wine.