upon retiring
from the mafia,
Don Corleone
wove aquatic mammals
out of raffia
i learnt this news
when he made me an otter
i couldn’t refuse
upon retiring
from the mafia,
Don Corleone
wove aquatic mammals
out of raffia
i learnt this news
when he made me an otter
i couldn’t refuse
Of that day when we argued,
my memory is VIVID;
I, for one, remained CIVIL
but you ended up LIVID.
She blew her fusilli,
my pretty penne,
when she found me watching
daytime tagliatelle.
Je ne spaghetti rien,
I responded in song,
but she did not linguini
for long,
just walked out
without further retort:
a hard lesson to be tortellini,
orzo I thought.
And so here I am
on my macaroni
and now my days
feel cannelloni.
Surveying his handiwork,
Terry realised he’d made a mistake
in buying Italy for Jo’s Christmas present.
Not only did it take ages to wrap up
but she was bound to guess what it was
by its distinctive boot-like shape.
He now also needed to get a bigger tree.