Here’s the poem that we collaboratively created at the Lounge on September 29, 2017:

Dinner without the Pope: Not Mincing Words
(Mangiando senza il Papa)

Esperando el autobus
Sin saber adonde se vaya
What happens when the gloaming moon implodes?
La lune de fromage est disparue
Die zwinkernde Sterne sind ruhig
(the winking stars are calm)

Brave in a trenchcoat
The immigrant waits in fright
Riding turquoise Godzilla to dinner
Salut! Cherie mon amour tu est arrivee.
Just in time for the roasted boar,
not burned, but cooked to perfection
Avocado salad on the side

Wirklich herrlich
Euphoric lilac champagne
Revives progress this special night
Speaking in tongues.
Food is love.
Love is food.

But she must bring her hopeless brother
Like a lion out of the forest
He annoys and disturbs
Solamente le pernite pedir
Agua mineral
And banished to Siberia

Baked pamplemousse for dessert
Unexpected as sand in Yosemite
El color de mantequilla
Unexpected as peach fuzz next morning
On his baby face
Zauber! Zauber! Zauber!
Alles in Allem.
It all goes down smoothly, like voodoo
Liver, Brussels sprouts, lima bean stew.

Pamela, Andrea, Juanita, Cathy, Carol, Lynn, Michael, Jim, Joseph, Magdalena and Kokoro