We made it, we landed, we’re finally here!
Our school’s reputation, we’re ready to smear.
Our lips are all pouty and the camera shoots,
Who cares about Dante, look at my new boots!
From our tongues not a word of Italian does slip,
Our waiter didn’t speak English- let’s not leave a tip.
We’ve been drinking all night, Ponte Vecchio and back,
Excuse me, but upon this palazzo I must yack.
Il Duomo, what? Sistine, who?
Let’s hit Chanel for a bag or two.
We don’t do the carbs, no pasta for us,
Can we grab a taxi? I’m not one for the bus.
Sure, we’ve “studied”, taken classes and stuff,
But knowing grazie, that oughta be enough.
We’ve train’d, we’ve plane’d, we’ve bus’d so far,
Where the hell is the American bar?
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