Pasta alla Giovanni — Some Whimsy at Love Lost

[chorus] You fetid hunk of Parmesan, I’d aged you for so long: [verse] A year or more my heart’s been yours, Reggiano? Was I wrong. Rank and stank, umami abound I lapped up your stupid funk. The more I loved you and your perfect bite The more, oh Christ, I sunk. You’d disappear one day; we knew. (So would I, for a better bite.) You’d disappear one day; we said: Just give me that warm plate tonight. Now when I grate the heady Parmesan Over my spaghetti al dente, [chorus] All I’ll know is that you’ve gone, Grating your heart as you left me.