As I disembarked the plane,
It has began to spew rain
from the skies of Italy,
to be exact, Sicily,

It was July twenty-first,
But that day was not the worst
of the whole trip I was on.
There was a day in Milan,

It happened to start out nice,
but the town did not suffice
my needs of entertainment,
I waited for attainment

at the old coliseum,
the aged one in ancient Rome,
where the gladiators fought,
and crowds were rarely distraught.

As I consigned the aircraft,
My heart had seemed to have halved
because my longed emotions
for Italy and it's notions.