you lean again invoking Pisa
in my small suburban yard grass
sucking up the strength to seed I
gave the first of the Roma pastes
to bluetongues thanks for all ex-snails you
vigilante gunmen of the side streets low slung maulers
crunching on what ails me when I can’t bend
to pluck away the pests I rely
on bifurcated tongues All About Eve
playing with my supper the tomato
this year like steak I savour it with Chianti
Cinematic 3-in-1 - All About the Silence of the Italian Job
ReplyDeleteyou could wash it down with blue tongue lager Kerri?
ReplyDeleteindeed Clark, or an alcoholic Ginger Beer!
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