Almost, but not quite.
Gino Ginorelli
Stayed in and watched the telly
Even though the room was smelly
He said his life was ‘fun’.
His Italiano ‘Mama’
Surveyed his lack of drama
And sighed, the way that Italiano Mama’s do;
And cooked Gino up in a nice bowl of her ragu.
NB adding the word ‘in’ to the last line made a big difference to the tone of this piece. G:)
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We bought into business – a water-powered paper mill.
Successful at first, we produced stacks and stacks of paper – until, finally, everybody had ‘all’ the paper that they needed. There was now no call for any more paper.
So we converted our business into a paper-powered water mill.
There is always a need for water.
(After a few years)
Paper is now a thing of the past.
And so our business is at an end.
We have no more paper with which to power our mill.
And, so, no more water.
We are at an end.
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Lines criss cross the map
And we take a nap
Intending to be fresher than daisies when we arrive.
The AirCon is on
And the seats are softer than a very soft thing indeed – of both these things we had a need.
Through valleys and tunnels,
Across plains and through villages, towns and cites we go,
Heading for Roma
“Oh, sol e mio!”
For a molto choice of gelato.
In Rome a plot was afoot…
NB you can see from the photo above that 3 people were photo-bombing Jane’s picture. They were Jane’s daughter, Cesca, Cesca’s husband, Scott, and Jane’s son, Ryan. They had flown to Rome for Jane’s birthday surprise – and surprise it was. G:)
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In sunny Italy
In the dark of the night
I am out in the rain
Listening to the lightning flashes
And watching the thunder claps.
The canopy sheltering me is keeping me dry;
But, I am cooled by the freshness in the air.
Sorrento has been wanting the rain for about two months now
And maybe this nighttime downpour will feed the oranges
And the lemons that grow so abundantly here;
Also the olives maturing nicely in the groves to make their extra virgin oil.
The city carries on below me; and will, no doubt, be Sorrento as usual in the morning.
Jane joins me and the evening is complete.
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Missing Punschlines and Punschlines missing their feedlines.
“…However, they settled out of court!”
Maybe something along the lines of ‘Oil’ and ‘Water’ in dispute over their relationship in a legal context and not being able to get a judgment… however, they settled out of court!
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Thirty Seven
Thousand!
Feet.
That’s approximately
Eighteen, thousand and fifty people
Give or take a few
(Probably give a few).
That’s a lot of smelly socks and biggish shoes.
You do the Math(ematics).
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50 ways to get to Italy from London (Alphabetically)
By…
Aeroplane
Balloon
Banana-Boat
Barge
Bicycle
Boat
Bus
Camel (or Camel Train)
Canoe
Car
Charabanc
Coach
Combine Harvester
Dog-Sled
Go-Kart
Gondola (perhaps returning one to Venice)
Horse
Hovercraft
Ice-Breaker
Ice-Skates
Jet-Pack
Milk-Float
Motability Scooter
Motorised Sit-Upon Lawnmower
Oil Tanker
Pedaloe
Pogo Stick
Pony
Quad Bike
Rocket
Roller Skates
Segue
Shank’s Pony
Shopping Trolley
Skiff
Skis
Skateboard
Sled
Space-Hopper
Stilts
Submarine
Tandem
Tank
Taxi
Tea-Trolley
Tractor
Train
Tram
Tricycle
Wing-Walking
Yacht
And a few that in the end will get you nowhere quickly.
A seat on a train on the Circle Line of the London Underground.
A pod upon the London Eye
A Lift
A Baggage Carousel
A Bouncy Castle
A Crane
A Ferris Wheel
Any Funicular Railway
The Ghost Train
A Helter-Skelter
On a Rocking Horse
On a Roundabout / Carousel
On one end of a Seesaw
In a Tank (Fish)
Upon The Swings
A Trampoline
Abseiling down a building
Joining in a 10,000 Metres Race at a race track (other distances are available)
On a Pommel Horse
In some Revolving Doors
In a Clothes Horse
And a few non-starters
Lighthouse
Windmill
Space Station
In a Well
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