It was his choice of words!
His outrageous fetish with fettucini.
Clay roof tiles to his red cheek a likeness.
Shameless confession of his toscan like lust.
Spaghetti laughter Glen.
Too much basil! You´ve gone to mat oh.
Most of all mozzerela and other cheese
you´ve stuffed in for flavour.
Glen you can´t just be a country using
it to romantically compare, it wont fit.
You´ve rubbed italian over your forehead
as if you sweat a mixed drop of their sweat.
Stop becoming an Italian. Por favore.
Leave it to the cruise ship disasters,
corrupt burlesques and earthquakes.
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