By The Waters Of Venice Poem by Aidan Clevinger

I had the opportunity to go to Europe, and one of the stops there was Venice. It took my breathe away. Not so much the way it looked, but the atmosphere, the feel, was indescribably beautiful. So I thought to myself, 'I could live here', and this is what followed:

Bonjourno, signor,
Step right this way.
Gently there,
Watch your feet,
Easy does it on the bay.

A newcomer, eh? Welcome to the city!
How do you like it? Isn't it pretty?

It can be a bit confusing,
When you see it face-to-face.
So come, signor, follow me,
Trust me, I know this place.

On the corner is the baker's,
San Marco's is over there.
Stop awhile,
Rest your feet,
Breathe that Venician air.

They say when you taste the Bruschetta here,
You'll never again be the same.
When you leave the bay and sail back home,
Your heart bears the city's name.

What's that you say? Oh no, signor,
I was not born in Venice.
But these streets have become a part of me,
These waters are in my veins.
This city's almost become a lover,
So beautiful it pains.

Ah, Venizia! Venizia!
She's stolen my heart away!
Though my pockets run dry,
Or in sickness I lie,
By the waters of Venice I'll stay.

Well, signor,
I could be wrong,
But I believe your ship is here.

Arrivederci!
Goodbye!
It was a pleasure having you here.

Pardon me, signor?
You'll catch the next boat?
I suppose that'll be all right.
Come with me,
Let's open some wine,
By the waters of Venice tonight.