My Epicurean Delight Poem by Stanley Cooper

My favorite Italian main course
A narrow pasta linguini
In a clammy red or white sauce
That’s not too thick or too stringy

Accompanied by a wine cask
Sipped with utmost delight
From a red chianti wine flask
That partners linguini just right

I devour a tortoni filled dish
Deliciously creamy and smooth
It streams with an elegant swish
As my palate is tastefully soothed

My hunger’s been put to rest
Now espresso’s warmfully sipped
This is epicurean at its best
The waiter’s now thankfully tipped