Dante Bellafonte’s Boss

Dante Bellafonte’s Boss
Just LOVED to eat spaghetti sauce.
He ate it with noodles,
He ate it with bread,
He ate with poodles,
He ate it with Fred.
He ate it with chips,
He ate it with Laura,
He ate it with Fauna,
He ate it with Flora.

After rubbing his belly, he’d say how he feels.
“Momma Mia, Spaghetti Sauce makes a gooda meals!”

Now Dante Bellafonte always tried
To get on his boss’s better side.
He reported to work every day very early.
Even before his coworker, Shirley.
And he always said, “How do you do?”
He opened the door and bowed, “After you.”
He even bought gifts to give to his boss,
Like stockings, and pencils, and dental floss.
But for some reason, Dante’s boss, still didn’t like him much.
Dante scratched his head and kicked the ground, “Just my luck.”

One day, Dante heard his boss talking to Shirley,
“You’re a greata worker, and you’re always aworka early!
I likea you, Shirley, and this is true!
I wish that alla the workers could be likea you!”

Shirley went to the fridge and found her nice
“Boss, this is for you!” she said, waving it in the air.
Dante’s boss smiled from ear to ear and started to drool.
“I wonder what that is,” Dante said, trying to act cool.
“If I could give him something like that, he’d like me!” He thought.
ut Dante couldn’t guess what was in that dish that Shirley had brought.

While Dante was scratching his head one day,
He overheard his coworker, Travonte, say,
“We’re having a party for the big boss guy.”
I know what I’m bringing,” Shirley said, winking her eye.
For Shirley realized that the key to heart of the boss
Was none other than delicious Spaghetti sauce!
After all,
He ate it with noodles,
He ate it with bread,
He ate with poodles,
He ate it with Fred. etc. etc.

Dante thought for a moment about what he should bring,
Potato salad, egg plant fondue, or artichoke dumplings?
Jalapeno tofu burgers? Deep fried tomatoes? Or pizza with corn?
So many choices to make. It was tough, indeed he was torn!

What do you think Dante should bring?
Remember, the key to the heart of Dante’s boss
is in the ___________________.

The party was coming the next day and Dante was at home petting his ferrets.
“Oh, I give up,” he said “I’ll just bring some cut up celery and carrots.”
So he went to his kitchen and opened the fridge but there were no greens
He had no carrots or celery or corn or tomatoes or even those artichoke things.
In fact there wasn’t even enough lettuce for a single salad for him to toss.
All that was there was a lonely, tired old open jar of his mamma’s spaghetti sauce.
Dante just hung his head and let out a sigh.
I guess this will have to do for the big boss guy.

The next day, Dante got up took his shower and grabbed the jar of sauce for spaghetti.
He got to work early and when he saw what others had brought he felt like a Yeti.
Others had brought cakes, and chicken wings and chicken bakes and homemade pies.
Oh, he felt so silly about what he had brought he almost didn’t tell the other guys.
Noon came around and the party was started.
The boss came out looking very sad.
“Shirley’s not here today,” he said because of her dad.
The others tried to cheer him up with cakes, and chicken bakes and homemade pies,
But the boss just sat there choking back the tears in his eyes.

Soon, it was Dante’s turn to bring in his dish.
“This is it,” he though. “If I could have just one wish,
I would have stopped at the store and bought a nice fish.”

But when he brought in his spaghetti sauce
A great big smile appeared on the face of the boss.
“Is that what I think it is?” he asked licking his lips.
“If you think it’s spaghetti sauce, then it is.”
Said Dante feeling ashamed.
Suddenly the party came alive
And the boss took a deep dive
into Dante’s old poor open jar of his mamma’s spaghetti sauce.
“I likea you, Dante. Yourea gooda worker, and you always a comein avery early!
You’re a lota better friend than thata old lady, what’s her name? Shirley!”
It was then that Dante realized:
Dante Bellafonte’s Boss
Just LOVED to eat spaghetti sauce.
He ate it with cakes,
He ate it with chicken bakes,
He ate with pies,
He ate it with fries,
He ate it with Travonte,
And he ate it with Dante!



Published by RLMartin

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