All chances were took to save every penny
all put by for this very day,
my ticket I did book on the
Orient Express, where I would be
bound for the City of Venice.
City of Dreams maybe romance and gondola rides.
Passing under the famously ornate Bridge of Sighs.
Such excitement, I could barely contain, as I with case
boarded the train.
Shown to my table sumptuously laid for evening tea.
Starched napkins, fresh flowers with silver cutlery.
Plumpest plums, juiciest straws, sushi served with fish so raw.
A dropp of red glug glugged from the neck of the bulbous bottle
I thought ‘What the heck’ sit and be spoiled.
The service was splendid, all manner of delicacy to me was rendered.
Through curtained windows, I gazed at the scenery passed
‘Oh pinch me’ for this sweet memory to last,
Such a dream I slept that night, breakfast on the morrow
Venice nearly in my sight.
As soon as I disembarked I was whisked away,
For five star treatment at the Hotel Boulez.
Lit by a street lamp casting golden glow, I wondered
if the real Venice was the same one that I know.
Well, it was more…
The masqued Carnevale at the ball
began behind pillars and balustrades
Just for one night we could be anything we liked
enigmatically poised painted grin,