love and Italian cooking

In the Soup

Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on . Posted in Funny Poems, Love Poems

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Minestra – Italian Wedding Soup (on love and Italian cooking)

“Italian wedding soup,” she said.
It sounded such a treat.
I’d married her one year ago;
my bliss was quite complete.

I craved her meatballs bolognese.
Her pesto penne thrilled.
The first taste of her crocche,
my undying love instilled.

I left the menu up to her.
How could I not believe?
I knew our guests would take one bite
and never wanna leave.

Who better than my little chef
to please the corporate client?
Soon they’d be eating from my hand,
financially compliant.

I hadn’t reckoned on the texture
of that floating green.
She called it spinach; I called it
the death of my grand scheme.

They left with leaves between their teeth
and toothpicks all a-flutter.
Italian wedding soup has placed
my prospects in the gutter.

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