FOOD POEMS and HUMOR SECTION

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God Fathers Dinner

Italians will make you Hippolis,
With Calzone cannoli zeppolis.
Feast day for cheap roly polys,
Parade all the relics and Holys.

For afterwards, have a spumoni.
It's fruit cake ice cream and not phony.
If fruit is not you, there's tortoni.
I like this better, Padrone.

I am quite fond of scungilli.
I eat it often and freely.
It is a spiral clam wheelie.
It comes in hot, mild or mealy.

I also like calamari.
This is not octopus quarry.
These things are useless and sorry.
Slice them and fry marinari.

I like my veal hit Marsala.
It is both festive and gala.
Bring it right in, tra la la la.
You get a mushroom Valhalla.

Don't go to any old steak house.
They have been watching and make house.
This is not safe guarded lake house.
Don't go in this God forsake house.

Don't be predictable dining.
There is no gold silver lining.
I don't care how much you're pining.
Eat where you must without whining.

I admit I like Italian.
I want tomato with scallion.
I want more gold than a galleon.
I am no gun slinging stallion.

July 21, 2007 Stephen Blumenkranz