Poem about riding the gondolas through the canals of Venice,an inspiration by looking and such a picture….
What more could I want, than to float the grand canal,
with a bottle of plonk, and a single paddle…
A bag of fruit, a stringed guitar,
take off my boots, let me cruise far…
Above the grey sky, don’t bother me,
as I sit or lie, in a tub built for three…
On dark murky water, through the streets of venice,
to greet her daughters, such beauty such finesse…
Today I sit a king, afloat over my domain,
its a beautiful thing, I shall come back again….end
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