Sunday, November 22, 2009

Frutti di bosco

The rich tang of berry
Is not ordinary
The fruit pulp within
Truly makes your head spin

Its deep crimson hue
refreshes our lips anew
Each spoonful of ice cream
A heavenly dream

Rafaello and Tiramisu
Sorry but I won't miss you
Flavours are ad infinitum
but of this one I can't keep mum

I do not claim to be
a great or famous bard
but an ode to this dessert
even they would find hard

But the Gelatos before us
offer a divine chorus
From New York to Moscow
In the praise of Frutti di bosco

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