This Is the Life!

What better than a summer afternoon? Where else, but on the trail to La Toscana? Who is it mounts a mens that's not more sana, devouring a voluptuous Verdi tune? Which month might one elect, which isn't June? I'll pass on Sassafrass and Lisdoonvarna, to binge on bars, basilicas and Barna. I like my treasures liberally-strewn. You're cynical? Think pinnacles don't serve? I can't agree. A twelvemonth of frustrations, quotidian slap-downs and humiliations are answered now. We've finally capped the curve. The clouds will come again, of course, but verve should also have its vestals. A libation!