The Pasta Pot

Once there was a man who thought
Adept at cooking he was not,
Upon a dish of Bolognese
He ladled sauce that won him praise
Straight from the pasta pot;

Although he really did not cook
The sauce that from the pot he took,
His talent lied in how he stirred –
That wooden ladle fairly purred,
The man could write a book

On how to ladle pasta sauce,
Upon the pasta stirred and tossed
Upon a platter with great care,
This steaming pile of angel hair…
Straight from the pasta pot.