The Bathroom At Connie’s Wedding
An I love you with all-a my heart, if I don’t see-a you again soon, I’m-a gonna die poem for Valentine’s Day
Sorry, Sally, no can do
Fredo, this heart’s not for you
Yes, Bruno once felt my embrace
And ‘pollonia lit up the place
But now there’s someone who, I feel
Would not eff up my birthday meal.
My love pours forth as if from holes
And I feel sunny, despite the tolls
It will not stop! It comes unbidden
As poor Carlo’s trashcan liddin’
Like Clemenza loved his cannoli
You’re my Ragazza, One And Only.
O, you’re my little Red Barchetta
And, ’til I die in some vendetta
You’ll mean a great deal more to me
Than the peas of Frank Pentangeli.
(But if you see me in your bed
Don’t act like I am Khartoum’s head.)
OK. Many good allusions. Now I’M hungry for lasagna.
Been 6 years now. Any notes on your friend Vincent D’Onofrio? No doubt he’d love a few coins from a few harmless Allstate commercials, a la ‘Mike Stout’.
Your hosting narrative on UU VH is superb. I’m watchin’ with both ears.
By the way, I clicked every ever loving designated Zoom address just now and will again Sunday. Here’s hoping for no panic attack before I finally get there.