Riding the Bus of Our Life--a Muse

 

                                                   Grandpa Luigi and Gorgonzola Cheese

Grandpa Luigi had a big, bushy Italian mustache. Little Joey, always the mischievous one, waited until Grandpa was taking his afternoon nap on the sofa. Quietly, he tiptoed to the refrigerator, pulled out the smelly Gorgonzola cheese, and smeared a little right onto Grandpa Luigi’s mustache.

Later, when Grandpa woke up, he sniffed the air and frowned.
“This living room, she smella bad!” he grumbled.

He walked into the bedroom.
“Dis bedroom—she smells awful too!”

Then he went into the kitchen.
“Mama mia! The whole house, she smella bad!”

Just then, Grandma Peppina came home.
“Whatsa wrong wid you?” she asked. 

“Why didn’t you cleana da house? And how come you smella bad too?”

She took one look at Grandpa and saw the culprit.
“Come witha me,” she said, leading him out to the front porch.

“Whaddaya gotta say now, Luigi?”

“The whole world,” he declared, “she smells bad!”

Grandma Peppina crossed her arms and said,
“Go look at your face in the bathroom mirror, Luigi.”

 

Before we go judging the world—thinking everything and everyone looks or smells bad—maybe it's time to take a good look in the mirror.

See any “Gorgonzola cheese” there?