As a boy
One evening
In a restaurant
On one of the hills surrounding Rome
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That's some Spaghetti Story So ingenious and well written, One could call it Spaghetti Glory A man of all cultures, You can write up a storm, With charm and aplomb. Thoroughly enjoyed!
i'm in a hurry and i know already that i LIKE the poem a lot; i've had it in MyPoemList. NOW i'm taking it for August's showcase. i MUST have spaghetti tonight! ! ! you have inspired me...............to eat! it doesn't take much..............to inspire me to eat. Thanks. bri :)
very light humor......i took it all seriously, especially about the boilers which kept you warm at night! Mama mia! ! yes, i have seen the fork-spoon duet performed in America, Land of the Free and Home of the Brave...............play ball! ! ! i twirl, but don't spoon. but i have a napkin handy! but i used a large spoon solo to eat fried rice. no fork, 'less i have to! a lovely story. if it had some rhyming (even a little bit) i would be more apt to call it a poem. but who am i to say! ! ? i like to think i get away with calling my rhyming stories.....poems. bri ;) to MyPoemList yes, the Nazis escaped/emigrated to Brazil and Chile. the Fascists did the same to Uruguay. capisce? ? maybe. bri :)
ONce again i've enjoyed this, ....almost as much as i enjoy spaghetti. i wish i had Gina and Sophia to keep me warm, ....night OR day! ! ! actually, i'd probably have to crank up the air conditioning unit in the window! ! ! bri :) but for a while i thought you might mean Rome, NY, USA, when you said you had homes there. do you have a poem called Summer? i ran across this while looking for 'Summer'.