My Last Gelato

I guess we get what we deserve But Delta has a lot of nerve To serve “gelato” with their meal As if the stuff were somewhat real. The days I spent in Italy, Gelaterias luring me, Have spoiled me truly and I’ll miss My daily double scoop of bliss. Departing Venice in the rain I knew that I would e’er remain A fan of this Italian treat And bogus versions can’t compete. My trip is over; once I’m home There’ll be no new gelato poem But here’s to all that I enjoyed – Guess Haagen-Dazs will fill the void!