“Salute!” our hosts toast the celebrants to start:
even including the child with water in her glass.
Umberto, of course, plays the card to the crowd,
adding years of wisdom to a younger man’s pains
Then pretending I am the one seeking his attention,
before he pulls out the masterpiece–a spilled coffee trick.
When the lights go out, I totally miss the intention.
It’s time for candles on a cake, you misguided idiot.
Out comes the del Trivio guitar, and of course we all
sing, though unsure of the words (much less the tune).
Best wishes are made and the cake, once cut, is passed
all around, as everyone makes room for a second dessert.