Scenes from an eternal summer

NW0072 Detroit Metro

There was an old woman who rode a plane.
The hours were so long she couldn't remember her name.
As the day turned to night and back again,
She kept walking down the aisle thinking they all looked the same.
Twice I helped her locate her seat,
Sensing her heart to weak, it may have skipped a beat!
At the terminal I encountered her once again,
Walking into the men’s toilet to relieve something she couldn’t contain.
Helping her find the right direction,
She smiled and thanked my intervention.
And as I said goodbye to Lola she asked what pasalubong I wanted.
I said none… but as thanks could a kiss to my check be granted?

posted by SmellMyKnee @ 9:18 PM