SIGNOR DEL VECCHIO, dees ees for you, Also your partner, Signor Magazzu. Nevva bayfore have I soocha dalight, Nevva sooch fina good eatin' has been Stucka so playnta eensida my skeen Like een your restaurant Saturday night! Dere was som' seelly old Irishman dere, Fat an' so beeg lika frog een hees chair, Stuffin' hees stummick weeth soup an' weeth bread, Teell you gon' theenk he would bust an' be dead. No, but he don't; he ees steell on da job, Eatin' da feesh an' da -- how-you-call? -- "squab." Porco! Dat's only kind food he can see; Geeve heem hees skeenaful -- so, lat heem be -- But, "Ravioli"! Ah! dat's for me! Paste for da noodle rolled out teell eet's theen, Fine tendra cheecken cut up to put een; Put dem togethra -- so, presto! -- an' mak' Beautiful, reech leetla cracker or cak'. Den you weell cook for da sauce upon dese Mushroom, tomat' an' da fine Roma cheese. Breeng dem to table so hot as can be; Breeng dem more playnta, more playnta! Oh, gee! Dat's "Ravioli" an' dats'a for me! Signor del Vecchio, healtha for you! Also your partner, Signor Magazzu. Nevva bayfore have I soocha dalight, Nevva sooch beautiful eatin' has been Stucka so playnta eensida my skeen Like een your restaurant Saturday night! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COLONIAL MORNING DREAM by KAREN SWENSON THE CATS' MONTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS HOLY THURSDAY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TYRANNICK [TYRANNIC] LOVE: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE RIVER DUDDON: SONNET 34. AFTER-THOUGHT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |