You'd have to have a great sense of humour
or be like someone who doesn't give a shit,
I make no plea that I am either state but to sit
for hours looking like you'd peed your pants in
the most public place on a 747B (next to the
lavatories midway down the plane) is a trial by
ordeal I had no choice about. I didn't pee my
pants but that won’t act in my defence or spring
to mind from casual eye and neither will the
sorry plastic bag with melted ice which broke
- explain that I was innocent...
©1 September 2007, I.D. Carswell
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