Oh, no, I forgot to visit Italy.
Now; if I don't write about their beautiful dishes',
They will send in the mob,
To give me a bite,
Of their cheese and tomato delight.
So, their pizzas', always', rein supreme.
We all know the delightful dream,
Of Italy's', sour chives', and cream.
Long Spaghetti,
Meat balls', and sauce,
The accent,
The passion,
The womens' beautiful fashion.
Ladies' shoes',
Dresses' of rouge, down to their knees',
Their beautiful graces',
The way they dance,
Along the streets',
With their warm welcomes',
And greets'.
