I use my noodle powers to fight,
people never see it coming.
They think they can handle the heat,
but they cant, because the way I heat.
You'll never get me,
I'm a noodle.
If you want to find me,
look in your house.
I'm sitting in a box.
Waiting to become a noodle.
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I would like to translate this poem
A++ he does it again.