I'm in a limerick...

There is a great tenor from Spain
Whose high notes give Eddie a pain.
His splendid legata
Annoys dear Stregata
And suffers DonPaolo's disdain.

To others, this man from Madrid
Was tops in all that he did.
He mastered Otello
And always said hello
To each man and woman and kid.

This generous man from Espagna
Could savor a plate of lasagna,
While knitting a tie
And baking a pie
And teaching new roles to Alagna.

Consider our sweet Geraldine,
Who's passion for Placi is keen.
She'd do anything
To hear Placi sing
Or watch him conduct for the Queen.

Conversely, there's poor Tommy K.,
Whose taste is perversely outre'.
He'd rather eat worms
And roaches and germs
Than listen to Placido's A.

Thanks to LJO at rmo