Ode to Macaroni and Cheese

I don't think
I will
ever see
a poem nice
as powdered cheese.

Or choose between
three knights
whose names are
Boiled,
Mac
or Roni.

I cut milk
and pour butter
onto a
sea of shells
riding on the
Noble Steam
named
Boiled,
Mac,
or Roni.

The creases
on the shells
washing up
on the shore
which Boiled,
Mac and
Roni
ride.

Where they
first tamed their
Noble Steam
and are
first born
among the waves,
bubbling up like
mountain chains.

So,
Boiled, Mac,
and Roni
sit upon
their Noble Steam.
Waiting for
the Noble Rain
of processed
powdered cheese.

One day,
it will
go down
the drain
except
for Boiled,
Mac and Roni.