Italia Pasta
When I think of my favourite food
my mind thinks of a wonderful land
one shaped similar to a boot
it's capital is so very grand
So my favourite food is Italia Pasta
those lovely strands made so slender
such smoothness made to a T
your taste buds feel it so tender
There's so many kinds of variety
such a lot to even mention
but gives such a great taste
for it always holds your attention
When made together with succulent meat
topped over with real creamy cheese
O the thought just fills your mind
it's really just the bees knees
I could have it every night
breakfast lunch dinner and tea
but too much of a good thing
makes the tummy too big to see!
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