Englishman in Italy
Englishman in Italy
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I was drinking a latte macchiato,
She was enjoying her fresh gelato,
In a place called Nizza Monferrato,
Five minutes from our small chateau.
The goal was to find tasteful tomato,
To accompany our steak and potato.
We got directions for a local mercato,
Somewhere close to this bancomato.
That news seemed to melt her gelato,
So before I could say scusato,
We hopped in our small automato,
And I never finished my macchiato.
She was enjoying her fresh gelato,
In a place called Nizza Monferrato,
Five minutes from our small chateau.
The goal was to find tasteful tomato,
To accompany our steak and potato.
We got directions for a local mercato,
Somewhere close to this bancomato.
That news seemed to melt her gelato,
So before I could say scusato,
We hopped in our small automato,
And I never finished my macchiato.
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Labels: Gedichten
geplaatst door Rutger op 21.11.07
2 Comments:
'Five minutes from our chateau'; zaten jullie zo dicht bij de Franse grens ;)? Voor het gedicht overigens five minutes of chapeau!
Many thanks chap. Verplaats je in de engelsman.., die ziet elke wijnvilla voor een chateau aan ;o) Lees het gedicht hardop met een anglo-italiaans accent en je hoort Robert, onze geemigreerde gastheer in zijn "chateau" vlakbij... Nizza Monferrato.
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