The Yachts
Moored in Portofino
Are a bunch of gleaming yachts,
Reminding us that they're the haves
And we're the poor have-nots.
Their owners shop in high-class shops
And dine among their peers
While tourists come by boat or bus
To buy some souvenirs.
With prices slightly higher here,
Gelato still tastes fine.
Both caramel and hazelnut
Filled up a cone of mine.
At leaving time I'll board the bus
And bid the yachts farewell,
Returning to my hotel room
Where normal people dwell.
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