Perfect Pasta Pleasure

Come gather one and all As I tell you of a feast That in this land Could not be any finer What is this meal called? Give us a hint at least What is so grand And Heaven on earth, fair diner? I shall tell you of this wondrous meal That I devour with gustatory zeal When it comes to pasta I'll never say "Basta" That means: Can't get enough Of that semolina stuff Covered with marinara Topped with parmigiana That is my tasty treasure And my perfect pasta pleasure Ravioli, Mostaccioli With sauce: Putanesca or Bostaccioli A pan of Baked Ziti With a bottle of Riuniti Rigatoni, by Ronzoni Oh, just call it Macaroni Ditalini, Cappellini Twirl my fork in the Fettucini Here comes mama with the lasagna Everybody Mangia, Mangia! I could easily consume it For breakfast, lunch and dinner It doesn't matter to me That I'll never be any thinner It's delightful beyond measure This is my perfect pasta pleasure