When In Rome

No pease porridge for me if you please neither hot nor cold especially not if what's in the pot is nine days old for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa (no pottage slop) I'm predisposed and have the propensity to pour a potent potable (pink plonk) and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini porcini plus a peck of pecorino on the top even the penchant for a piccante prosciutto panini or pass me a plate of penne puttanesca with the proclivity for a platter of pinoli pesto possibly pasta with parmesan and I'm pleased to wine and dine al fresco
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