I don’t usually air complaints with a rhyme, but I feel that I must, at least this time
I’m so very
tempted to rip a off note, to the powers that be, with a very choice quote
About being
consistent with the rules they apply, to people who pass through their country to
fly
We passed through
this place just a few days ago, the rules they have altered, I’m angry you know
I took out my
laptop, like I do every time, but I worry you know about losing my rhymes
And I emptied my
pockets of metal and stuff, I don’t try to be smart, I don’t call their bluff
But this time was
different, “Please come back young lad”, in that brown bag do you have an
iPad?
“Yes sir I do”, I said not losing my rag, "And through fifteen different airports, it’s remained in my bag"
“Not in this place, does your girl have one too?”, I said, “Why surely, don't you have at least two?”
“Put them both in
the tray, they must go through again. And your bag too, young lady”, as he waved
with his pen
So they went
through the x-ray twice at this time. But then he spied something else he wants of
mine
“You have some
handcream?” My young lady said “yes”. “Give it to me then, too much makes a
mess.
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