In Siena Poem by Anthony Weir

In Siena



on Tuesday
I stole Panforte, postcards & calendars
ate too much ice-cream
and strolled to the Asylum
where I saw marvellous ceramics,
and, after modestly mentioning
my disabilities,
was invited to come and make
permanent use of the splendid facilities.

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