Shoes? Remove! And belt? Unclasp!
Hurry, sluggards, move it, fast!
Cell-phone holster — in the tray!
Pockets — empty! Right away!
Through the scanners — don’t depart:
Beep is heard, go back to start!
Half undressed, I wait in queue
… And yet they let a monkey through?
My wife found this poem in the KC Star. It is written by Don Munday and is a follow-up to this story.
KB, this was a great poem you found! This story cracked me up. When Mr. Right & I went to Vegas a couple of weeks ago, we departed DFW to Vegas and back. Our address on record indicated we lived in New Hampshire, so the system flagged us for a separate, more thorough search both coming and going.
ReplyDeleteIf I had a monkey, they would not have found it. UNLESS the monkey had a metal collar or had rolled in gun powder. Those sniffer machines are kinda refreshing.