In Tuscany

In Tuscany's green, grapevine covered hills --
it's Bacchus' old playground, don't you know --
he roamed its gentle slopes and sought his thrills

and on occasion would put up a show:
a Bacchanalia, if I'm not mistaken.
Chianti and Brunello run and flow.

Regrets, if any, for a road not taken,
were not in the god's nature, and besides,
I've heard it said that Bacchus would awaken --

broad daylight -- thank Diana for the tides,
and fall right back asleep. His pretty maidens --
used loosely here, as charity provides --

would belly dance and chant, seductive cadence,
with Venus and Voluptas as their guides