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
Reminds me of some good days past at some favorite Italian restaurants. Good poem. Sincerely, Connie Webb
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And now I'm off to the kitchen to russle up something 'italiano'. Bon Appetite. Nice one Stanley. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX