SIT, Poetry!
Poetry, STAY!
Down, Poetry, DOWN!
Good Poetry.
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"Please control your bags at all times,"
The flight attendant announced,
And I wondered aloud what an uncontrolled bag
might do; hit people as they went by?
Across the concourse was a newstand,
selling overpriced candy and various traveller necessities.
I asked the gentleman sitting next to me
If he would be willing to control my bag while I went
to get some gum.
"If it gets out of hand, I find that verbal abuse
and sarcasm will usually work; if it still doesn't behave
I have to resort to physical violence."
He smiled and agreed.
I returned, and asked if my bag
had behaved itself.
"Yes, very well" -- he smiled.
And in the course of the conversation which followed,
I asked, "What do you do?"
"I'm a social worker," he replied.
Walking onto the plane was a little difficult,
what with my foot in my mouth and all.
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