Ladykiller cousin who spells trouble

Ernie the Elf is of Italian descent, His real name is Ernesto Armani, And every year his family appears With cases of wine and salami. So Ernie the Elf gave his annual party For his folks and the Moonberry crowd, Penelope dreaded these Italian reunions; They were totally chaotic and loud! ‘Are you coming, Penelope?’ asked Ern on the phone. ‘My cousin Rodolfo is over. ‘He’s extremely good-looking and outrageously rich, ‘The pixies say he’s a real Casanova.’ ‘Casanova indeed!’ thought Penelope, ‘I bet he looks like Super Mario’s twin, ‘Who talks of nothing but football and food. ‘Well, the pixies are welcome to him.’ ‘On Saturday,’ said Pen, ‘I’m terribly busy, ‘But I’ll try to make an appearance. ‘I’ll bring along with me my Pavarotti LP ‘And we can all have a jolly good dance.’ When Saturday came, Pen carefully dressed And fluttered on down to Ern’s villa. She knocked on the door and, to her sudden surprise, Stood Rodolfo the Italian ladykiller. ‘Buona sera, Signorina, my name is Rodolfo, ‘Please come in and have a glass of champagne.’ He looked like a film star with his hair all greased back, And round his neck hung a massive gold chain. ‘Mamma mia,’ breathed Rodolfo, ‘your dress is so bella, ‘It sets off the blue of your eyes. ‘And your hair is so shiny, like fine threads of gold, ‘And your wings glow like Tuscan fireflies. ‘The vintage wine, my little fatina, ‘Comes straight from my Tuscany cellar, ‘The vineyards I own stretch from Pisa to Palma, ‘I’m a very affluent fella.’ All evening Rodolfo was very attentive And jumped at Pen’s every whim, He brought her plates of nibbles and olives on sticks, And kept her glass topped right up to the brim. But Rodolfo got brave and pushed his luck further And while they all sang along to Pavarotti, He crept up beside the unsuspecting Pen And pinched her twice on the botty! Penelope pretended she just hadn’t noticed, In fact, she was actually glad. It gave her the chance to sneak out her wand And put a spell on that lecherous cad. The following morning the telephone rang, It was Ernie, he sounded distraught. ‘It’s Rodolfo,’ he cried. ‘He’s turned all green and slimy, ‘And is covered all over in warts!’ ‘Oh, poor old Rodolfo,’ chuckled Penelope. ‘He must be desperately worried. ‘Best keep him away from the Dell’s takeaway ‘As toad is delicious when curried!’