Let's see:
On top of Spumoni, down went the cheese, with macaroni, sangria and raw oysters you see.
I danced the macarena while the radio blared, up crawled the oysters but I wasn't scared,
until the sangria was a geyser in me and covered my partner from her toe to her knee.
Mr. Marconi is now my close friend cause there's nothing like fresh macaronic to make your dates end.
You really need to avoid those mushrooms. A for originality and yes, you own that category.