Corinne Curcio Poet Rhyme

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

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Izzy Gumbo May 10, 2009 at 4:41 PM WONDERFUL! What an amazingly delicious poem!!! Such a clever and fun way to use words, I just love this! Izzy

Daver Austin February 22, 2009 at 9:42 AM MAMMA MIA, Corine, thsi is a gustatory treasure without measure! I would send this poem to my Daughter In Law, Donna Castelli -Austin, but her computer is broke down. Seems my son, in frustration, gave it a swat. Poetry of the highest. Love, daver

Sharon Winter February 22, 2009 at 4:13 AM ~lol~ A perfect light and delicious poem for me to comment on this morning! I couldn't agree with you more and I say bring it on - anytime! Yummy! Love, Shar