HOLY CANOLI!
by SA£ SANTU¢¢1
All I want is a canoli
And of course to say “Hi”
To my shrunken Little Italy
The reason, I think, I know why
Better believe it, Mr. Bertucci
It’s what your neighbors call “feng shui”
(One of the things I remember from high school English class is "local flavor" - literature that celebrates something special/mundane but particular to a place. This is my contribution to New York City local flavors. Instead of explaining the poem, I'll leave it to you to do your Googling or looking things up in Wikipedia to get the gist of the matter. Just so you don't get distracted, I substituted certain characters in the byline just so the real person - I am sure there are many - will be less likely to come across this note.
Oh yes, I am on an eye-rhyme roll! Hmm, eye-rhyme roll... does that not sound like an item in a bento box?)