And Noodles Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

And Noodles

Must have been, ten, twelve
When went to make noodles.

Schoolboy and proud
Wanted work to earn life.

Faced an ad about job
Good, great for my time.

Was not far from us
I would work in a house.

Few boys rolled up cuffs
Of our pants, and then walked.

Flour and water
Were thrown in the tubs.

Then stirred, so we walked
In, over, the mix, dough.

Next step: "Form some balls."

The rest of process
Was not hard, too simple.

A machine, two rollers
The dough was flattened
And fed to the machines
To give it a hair shape.

Strings were taken
Hung on rungs of ladders.

The gas lamps and heaters
Acted as torch, cookers,
They ended in market.

Now tired of the home
Help friend to do same
But machines are modern.