Venice

One hot afternoon in Venice I sat in a cafe, by a stinking canal, watching the girls go by. I wish I was back there now.

As I sat there, a group of twelve gondolas floated by.

The waitress asked, "What would you like the drink?"

"Twelve Bud Lights, " said one of the gondolas.

...

They laughed as they floated away, sipping their beer.

"What a silly hat that fellow is wearing, " said one gondola to another.

I turned as red as my fez, but refused to remove it--what do I care what a dozen boats think?