A Postcard from Florence

Now we are in Florence
Where the rain's come down in torrents,
And the alleyways are sinister but quaint.
We have seen the city's glories,
Mostly cruel Bible stories,
Interpreted with much panache in paint.

Today we took a recce o-
Ver by the Ponte Vecchio,
And my wife has bought a pair of snazzy shoes.
Now it's time to get a belly-
Ful of lovely tagliatelle,
And that's about the sum of all our news.

George Simmers

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