Yet Google Translate is required to parse the new “marauders,”
and that appellation leaves open the question, who does it fit?

My heart forbids iPhone to enshrine the crime.

(On a memory card, vandals are stymied for all time.)

As the lady checked us out at passport control,
she could not help counting up our entry stamps.

“You must really like Italy,” she invited us to intone
the glories of touring and the grandure that is Rome.

Umbria, it turned out, may have surprised her a bit.
Spoleto, without doubt, put her expectations to rout.

On the way out of town, we just had to go back down the Corso. In what other way could a dear one fill the suitcases to the brim?

The eating begins at 15:00 and doesn’t end until the day is done.
(In case you’re calculating, that’s nine hours of non-stop stuff.)

Of course a universal truth is observed: the bride is beautiful
And the guests of honor are delighted to witness the nuptials.