Piazza di Spagna in Inglese
Byron, the shirtmaker, conveniently plonks a store two
Doors down from Kelly and Sheets, here by the oft-travelled
Stairway that provides such a view. Two timing bandits
Dressed like the orient next to pink walls stare at the ultra-chic
Dressed in Versace. Still, T-shirted Yankees follow us everywhere.
Earlier the Obelisk Di Poppolo provided shade for a love-
Fest that brought to a climax, at least for the girl, a
Morning surrounded by ancient mounds adorned with
Bellini, the occasional Caravaggio and “beautiful glasses.”
And why not on such a windy day here in Roma.
Monsters await you at the top of the stairs! But what a
Disappointment. So you trudge back to Venezia, Via Corso, around
To the shops on Nazionale. What a dud! The hours pass and
Nothing happens at Piazza Repubblica. So you book a table
Back at the steps. The Rainieri provides two French
Women who are willing to giggle at any small
Crunch of the caramelized coating of Swoot’s Creme
Brullet. Don’t order a Beaujolais or they might seat
You in the tourists section. Back at the fountain
(Not Bernini’s best) the pure water flows for the masses.
But is it enough to remove the scowl on your
Face after finding a store closed? Turns out it is,
As no one stays gloomy in weather so bella
In a town where people know mushrooms and love
Pervades glances from the eyes of all women.
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