The Restaurant S Works In

Latin lovers sweating
Over hot plates,
Flashing white, licking lips,
And tongues-a-dancing.
The kitchen door beats,
The wings of an Albatross,
And kitchen clatter spills over
Into the dining room.
Hey Vittorio!
Unfurl that ship's sail
To wrap around his throat.
This hairy beast is
To be served his fourth plate
Of spogalomato.