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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