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My Last Gelato
I guess we get what we deserve
But Delta has a lot of nerve
To serve “gelato” with their meal
As if the stuff were somewhat real.
The days I spent in Italy,
Gelaterias luring me,
Have spoiled me truly and I’ll miss
My daily double scoop of bliss.
Departing Venice in the rain
I knew that I would e’er remain
A fan of this Italian treat
And bogus versions can’t compete.
My trip is over; once I’m home
There’ll be no new gelato poem
But here’s to all that I enjoyed –
Guess Haagen-Dazs will fill the void!
Copyright ©
Ilene Bauer
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