One poem on pastas he asked for.
Oh Carbonarrrra, the greasiest noodle-fest!
Entangled and hiding between milky spaghetti
Are glistening roast slices of salty pancetta
Against my figure they have a malicious vendetta
But being unlearned in the sanctuous matter
Of all other noble types of pasta..
Let me this poem complete
With a narrow defeat
Of my ignorance by revealing this secret:
You're a pasta-lovin-gangsta 😉X
©scion
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