Clatter and the Experiment

I could hear the clatter
she was on one of her experiments again
I was already fretful
Ah!
the clatter and the experiment never goes well.
Last time
the noodles were like worrels down my throat
And before that
I gulped the spaghetti until it entangled with my intestine.
This time i smelled cassava
though it smelled good the risk was totally mine.
My thoughts were disturbed
when she entered smiling with a beer and her cassava dish.
My stomach just refused to sacrifice
scared, I finally spoke
just the beer would suffice.