Hey, Luciano, how nice it is indeed, <br />you've come at last, no longer have a need <br />to entertain the infidels and those who must <br />sit tight on wooden chairs to feel the lust <br />of genius, of a voice that only God <br />could have created. Nothing is more odd <br />than men who cry at tenor sounds from you, <br />yet never hesitate to kill at Waterloo <br />while wearing smiles and singing songs of utter joy. <br />Do you agree that life just sucks my Southern boy? <br /> <br />And would you join me at the table for some cheese? <br />We have a lovely, warm and fragrant morning breeze, <br />I shall present you with the best of La Capella <br />and we shall drink, to life, a dark Valpolicella, <br />If I do say so, I was always number one <br />and you, signore, will be second, not that Hun. <br />And may I ask, would you be partial to the oozo, <br />it is the nectar for my heart, Enrico Caruso.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-welcome-from-enrico/
