An examination of cultural signifiers
Or the poetry of Boccaccio
Italian poetry is merely rude
As is texture and taste in food
My kitchen cupboards are laid bare
Of all exotic foreign fare
Instead of basil you will see
Plain white bread, and penury
Don't like Cage nor Bartok neither
Schoenberg's not my lemon squeezer
Clark's provide my favourite shoes
Pam Ayres is my Parnassan muse
If interrogated I shall
Denounce the Bayreuth Festival
Let silence fill the Viking Halls
Pasquale is my Parcifal
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