Per Michela che compie gli anni

Mia nipote Michela, la nipote grande, compie oggi diciotto anni. Ieri in pizzeria, commentando la cosa con Maria Bonaria e il mitico Pino, mi sono lasciato trascinare nello scrivere una poesia di augurio. Visto che Michela è casualmente a Londra con la famiglia, la poesia è in inglese (è ovvio che io ne sono smodatamente orgoglioso come se avessi scritto l’Odissea, ma naturalmente l’orgoglio impallidisce in confronto a quello per ciascuna delle nipoti).

La metrica è senza dubbio zoppicante, ma il mio orecchio per l’inglese è incerto, quindi questo è il meglio che potevo fare…

Just two words I want to say
on the subject of this day

let be heard, let be seen
that I just turned eighteen

free to drive, free to drink
all I want (or so I think!).

With my family I left my town
to search London up and down,

see the views, hit the shops
and devour some lamb’s chops.

We went round, and it was such
that I enjoyed it very much,

‘cos I lost Giulia at St. James
Mum and Daddy across the Thames,

Granma Mira I last saw her
with the Queen, believe me sir.

So I was young and I was free
it was wondrous, don’t you agree?

I had London by my feet,
I explored it, street by street,

‘til I was a little tired
and an haven I desired,

so I took a train to Watford
to achieve my great award:

do the amazing Studio Tour
Warner Bros. they it procure:

it was there they shoot the movie
that I find so nice and groovy,

to Harry Potter I allude
many times I have him viewed.

Dumbledore’s, the Great Hall,
Hagrid’s Hut, that I recall,

see the studios, it was fun,
but the marvel had just begun,

‘cos there stood in a black cape
hear me truly: Severus Snape!

He’s my character of choice
and in his beauty I rejoice:

say it now and say it loud
I’m a Snape fan and I’m proud!!