Venetian Blinds

I wonder if the homes in Venice Have Venetian blinds; Or if their window panes are topped With shades of different kinds? Are English muffins eaten By the British with their tea? Would Parisians recognize French toast? I doubt they’d answer “Oui!” If, in Amsterdam, I told you That our meal would be Dutch treat, Would a local understand we’d split The cost of what we’d eat? I’d be curious, in Leningrad, If folks would start to sweat, If I pulled a gun, suggesting That we play Russian roulette? In Istanbul, perhaps they’d think That I was rather daffy If I visited each candy shop In search of Turkish taffy. To Americans, such adjectives Are charming and unique, But I wonder if, to foreigners, They might seem tongue-in-cheek.