Can you forget that piece of cheese
that you inhaled? Oh, just a crumb it was.
But breathing while chewing, then choking!
Was it Cheddar, Cheshire?
Or that Limburger, Parmesan?
But, oh, that piece of cheese!
Not a morsel you'll forget,
or a temporary amnesia that will bring you peace.
A double Gloucester, some feta or mozzarella?
What about that Parmigiana-Reggiano?
Better, far better, not to inhale
a piece of cheese. It's peace you need.
(8 Jan 2024)
Chicken Parmigiana,
Savory melted cheese.
Mama Mia, that aroma,
Brings me to my knees.
Was enjoying my lunch,
Till along came my cat.
Chased her away, alas!
The Parmigiana on the floor,
Made a sad, tragic splat!
2/11/2021
- 3 ~
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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