One you’d least expect.

‘To put bread on the table

for my wife and son.

Twenty-seven awful years,

mainland living suits me now.’

But look at the sights!

To the left, church of Mary,

To the right, sorbet.

‘Don’t worry about my thoughts,

your pleasure, my employer.’

Rowing and towing,

quiet ripples in canal,

lovely Sunday ride.

Cynicism won’t blind us.

Our sour, grumpy gondolier!