Susan P. Blevins

Every time it rains
I think of bloody England.
Dreary, drizzly, depressing island.
What the heck!
Forget the check!
Just swill your beer
Don’t shed a tear.

I’m leaving soon
I’m over the moon
On the ferry
Feeling merry.
Look out Italy
Here I come.

Wine, love, song,
This is where I belong.
Macaroni, rigatoni,
Tagliatelle e crespelle,
‘Yes’ to life in sunny Italy
‘No’ to thinking bitterly.

Sunshine, pines of Rome,
Appia Antica, this is home.
Piazza Venezia, Pantheon,
Villa Borghese, Colisseum
Bring it on
I want a song.

I’m in love
With all of the above
Skip the beer and bring me wine
Let’s have lunch till dinnertime,
Make love till we’re out of time.

Italy my Italy.
You stole my heart
I’m yours, I’m yours,
Till death us do part.