Polemy has arrived in Italy,
The land of opera and linguini,
From space, it resembles a boot,
So many scooters, what a hoot.
Rome is full of broken old ruins,
As well as many very old buildin’s,
Berlusconi, the man often in charge,
Wears Milan Cathedral as a visage.
A beautiful land, full of history,
So much to see for our Polemy,
Ancient Rome taught us so much,
Alas, lessons we now fail to clutch.
Michelangelo, a genius out of place,
Polemy’s sure he’s from outer space,
St Peter’s beauty defies convention,
A design truly from another dimension.
In Tuscany, grow the sweetest vines,
Which are trodden into exquisite wines,
Food and drink, Italy’s wonderful gift,
They feed our spirit and give us a lift.
Venice, is there anywhere more serene,
Romance and passion in every scene,
An artist’s paradise, a lovers’ delight,
Brilliant by day, enchanting at night.
Poverty lurks beneath this special place,
Can beauty and despair share such space,
A question Polemy must now contemplate,
On Rah Free Tutu, his answer they await.
Italy, land of hope and inspiration,
Galileo, Da Vinci, both born of this nation.
We must learn from these minds of beauty,
And pass to the children, it’s our solemn duty.
Germany will be the next place to visit,
No shortage there of truly great spirit,
A history full of painful contradictions,
Polemy must grasp its many lessons.