Paperino (Donald Duck) Poem by Pietro Grossi

My friend, truck driver too
Was Thirty-seven old
Was afraid of mother,
by someone I was told.

As his surname 'Paperi'
In Italian means 'Duck'.
I nicknamed Paperino
The funny Donald Duck,

Slim figure, Blathering no stop,
Much more after some vino,
With a big tuft of hair:
Is the picture of Paperino.

The woman he met online
I think she was like him
Once called her from the bar
And told her something like this:

'I just said to my friend
That you've lost your head for me'.
Viva voice said 'Look on your truck,
If you find it, please send it back'.


He used to call me on mobile
And keep talking for hours,
Once he was still talking
After I had my shower.

That day I was really tired
After a hard night shift,
Said him 'Don't call me later
Because I'm going to sleep'.

I was sleeping so deeply,
Tiring had been my journey,
phone rang rang, and when I answered
He said laughing 'Good Morning! '.

As I felt anger growing
In a way very rare..
'I'm going tell your mother', said
'Instead of work you've been to the Bar! '

'No please' said 'Don't do me this,
I won't call you anymore'.
Next time I saw Paperino
He was Fourty-Four.


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