many summers ago
i was stung
by an italian bee
on my back
in a florence flower market
the flower stall holder told me
it was because i was as sweet as honey
he put ice on the sting gave me a posy of flowers
and kissed me on the shoulder as i left
since that day
i have never had another bee sting
or
been kissed by an italian
think it's time to return
The last stanza left me giggling. Thanks for that. I could really use a giggle today.
ReplyDeleteThat stallholder certainly made it a delightful experience! (Hopefully, next time you can be kissed by the man but not the bee.)
ReplyDeleteOH YES! Let us meet in the rolling hills and cobblestones of Tuscany. I know a bit of it and will play tour guide.
ReplyDeleteLOL
ReplyDeleteNice one
Have a good weekend
Much💛love
😄
ReplyDeleteHahaha! Time to dust out the passport.
I agree, time to enjoy.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Rall! Italy calls.
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