Happy Holidays
What is happening down at the airport?
It seems things are just as I feared,
I promptly arrived; entered Terminal Five
But my suitcase has now disappeared.
It’s sat on a broken conveyor,
It’s lost in a vast vacant gap,
No-one is smiling, the cases are piling,
And people are starting to flap.
I jump on my plane very quickly,
I’m assured things will sort out in time,
With things now complete, I sit back in my seat
And relax, knowing all will be fine.
I’m headed for hot California,
Escaping the wind and the rain,
Fully relaxed, unaware of the lapse
Which has sent my best suitcase to Spain.
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©Jan Jack 2010
