Free Samples (Random Things)

Is this about Papyrus?

Rushing forth from the kitchen sink,
The water fell into the pot.
I placed it onto the stovetop,
Waiting till the water was hot.

I dunked the box in the water,
Splashing boiling liquid about.
Though the scalding was painful, true,
I did not for a second pout.

The box bobbed up and down slowly,
As I gazed longingly at it.
I couldn't restrain myself long,
I simply couldn't stand to sit.

Pouncing fiercely like a cheetah,
I viciously bit into the box,
As the cardboard tore easily,
I met noodles that were hard as rocks.

I convulsed from the sheer flavor,
Overwhelmed with its luscious bland taste.
I then sulked in profuse despair,
I had forgotten sauce in my haste.

I turned to the pantry,
And it did appear,
From the Prego sauce jar,
Fell a cold, sad tear.