I think this one is tattered a little. It was on some rice paper and pasta and got nibbled on
There was a pasta pipeline that Alice invested in before she wrote the poem when the EU was in turmoil. Alice was always a creative cook. She never wrote in blood but sometimes in tomato sauce.
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Alice’s Euro Dream
by “Alice”
Impressed in my dreams
pressing matters,
stamens of red saffron
pressings of oil and olive trees,
a message from Archemedes
who indeed, though hard to see,
ran from Marathon to Brussels
and popped out of a cake.
He was chewing mast gum
from the island of Chios
made a wise crack proposal:
“Let us escape a faux pas, and have
no hurry to a Massacre-Euro decline
twilight glow of the drachma, so
let my people build into your billing benign
an olive-oil pipeline, many gods willing.”
With steel pipe and pumps pleasing
it progressed through Greece very well, just
shooting along Albania new
under the sea to the Boot, but
then a nasty dispute:
Italy wanted an expanded pipeline
made of tubular pasta renewable
to carry cannolis and a tomato paste –
a mere steel pipeline through Italy
just would not do.
They built a pipeline
made of fried pasta,
all the way to
Brussels Belgium with
so much at stake, but
before it could be turned on
nearly everyone along the way
ate it.
Why It’s Been Awhile Since Lost at the EU
Alice had to remind me where she hid the poem. I had to swim through a pasta pipeline to the opening of the secret poetry wine cellar.
So I lost all hope that I could find this one. But I spoke to Alice. There’s good news and bad news. Sometimes she’s not happy with this one, and I’m not certain she approves fully with my editing.