Once, in a place far from here,
there was a young noodle,
who really wasn't all that young.
He was only young
to most other noodles,
which could mean lots of things,
like that the noodle was extremely old.
Actually it doesn't.
This noodle had seen lots of things.
Good things. Bad things.
He tried to remember how each thing
made him feel
in case he was ever asked by a physciatrist.
There was a time when the noodle
wanted to forget the way
some things had made him feel.
He wanted to leave it behind
and start again,
like so many beans before him.
Then an unusual circumstance,
which was pretty unusual
according to most,
forced the noodle to go away,
away from the pain and the happiness,
the fresh and the stale,
the old man and the sea.
The noodle traveled far
and got really bored
whilst awaiting his destination,
the home of lots and lots of
wheat.
But while on his journey,
the noodle had an epiphany,
and was greatly confused.
He realized that while
contemplating his life
amongst the wheat,
the King of Beans had come
and removed his earlobe.
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