Our pasta, who art in Colander, draining be your noodles.
The noodles come, the sauce be yum, on top some grated Permesan.
Give us this day, our garlic bread and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trample on our lawn.
Lead us not into the low-carb diets, but deliver us some pizza.
For thine is thy meatball, the noodles and sauce, forever and ever.

Ramen