My friend Vince was a real hunk-ski
So handsome he made the girls squeal-ski
But he claimed to be a fellow Italo
To which I replied, "Oh, hell, no!
Whoever heard of a paisan named Bielski?"
So Vince declared, "For Pete's sake!
A delicious carbonara I will make
With cream and pancetta so thick
And savory chunks of garlic
One taste and you'll know I'm no fake!"
So with good friends and good wine we did eat
And marveled at Vince's great feat
And I accepted as fact
(his dago credentials intact),
A finer half-Italian I never did meet.
In fact, there's no chef better than him
For carbonara and other great things
But, Vince, being your pal
I'll tell right now
Now that you're fifty, use skim.
--Sondra
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