A few years ago,

here, they discovered

a Roman amphitheatre

that nobody knew anything about.

A sewer pipe had broken

and they had to dig.

The Archaeological Superintendency sent an archaeologist

and while she was there… bam!

A little curved wall appeared;

she looked around,

trying to figure it out and, good grief! She got it!

It was right in the middle of a large elliptical open space,

something like a giant egg,

with its feet resting on four tiers of buried seating.

And yet, nobody before then

had ever thought of it. So,

thanks to a broken sewer pipe,

they made a sensational discovery.

In my town, we always do things on a grand scale,

it’s not as if they’d found a wallet or an old umbrella:

they’d found an amphitheatre!

Of course, I wonder how they could have forgotten about it:

I can understand losing a wallet or an umbrella,

but an amphitheatre!

Here, everything is done on a grand scale,

even forgetting things.