I missed the first few seconds, in which is says, "Hi, my name is Miles and the title of my poem is Spaghetti."
Here are the words:
Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,
Up to my elbows -- up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad, mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I'm terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they're all buried).
I told them, "Bring presents." I said, "Throw confetti."
I guess they heard wrong
'Cause they all threw spaghetti!
