Spaghetti Legs
When I am nervous
my legs are spaghetti.
I wobble, I sway,
I forghetti what to say.
my legs are spaghetti.
I wobble, I sway,
I forghetti what to say.
This poem is copyright (©) Carl Burkitt 2026
About the Writer
Carl Burkitt
Carl likes telling tales. He tells long tales, short tales, silly tales, sad tales. He tells them online, behind a mic, in books, in schools, and on the sofa with his young family. His debut kids’ collection, Elephants Sleep in Bunk Beds, was published by Beir Bua in 2021.
