Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster

 

Our pasta who are in colander, draining be your noodles.

Thy noodle come, thy sauce be yum, on our forks, mouths and tums.

Give us this day our garlic bread, and forgive us our bad gases as we forgive those who gas us.

And lead us not into eating sentient beings, but deliver us as vegetarians.

For thine is the noodles, the sauce and the vino forever and ever.

Ramen