I was thinking of a poem about Italian food you see,
But nothing I wrote sounded good to me,
And the words I thought of that rhymed with pepperoni,
All sounded kinda phony.
So these aren’t the words my heart was feeling,
These are the words my stomach was speaking:
Whenever you go to Buono’s place,
You’ll always end up with tomato sauce on your face.
Their pizza is tasty,
Their spaghetti is too,
I love Italian food,
How about you?
Their meals are always covered in cheese,
Hey could I have some more please?
Their kitchen smells like garlic and fresh bread out of the oven,
Man, this is food that I’m lovin’.
I’m Italian through and through,
And maybe you are too.
It’s easy to see,
Why people like me,
And even guys like Leonardo Da Vinci
All enjoy good Italian food.
We all know
To head down to Buono’s!
Remember, Buon Appetito!