The Trouble With Suitcases: A quick poem written before my flight this morning

 

Open suitcase on the bed,

Look in cupboard, scratch my head.

Let’s be sensible, don’t go mad,

You know you’re always really bad.

 

I like these jeans,

And those ones too,

Light ones, dark ones,

White, pale blue.

 

Tee-shirts?

Wait, I’ve loads in Spain,

Just this pink one,

It’s my fave.

 

Makeup, lotions, serums, creams.

Shampoo, conditioner and sunscreen.

Tweezers, razor, Epilady.

Hairbrush, comb, my best scrunchies.

 

My Dyson dryer for my hair,

Two books,

Two mags,

And all my meds.

 

Knickers, bralettes,

Jewelry.

Socks and shoes,

A bikini.

 

Biscuits, Mayo,

Laekerli.

Wool for crochet?

Hey, maybe!

 

How much does this suitcase weigh?

No idea, Just wait and see.

 

Up at dawn,

A good night’s sleep

Hardcore tablet did the trick

 

Here’s the airport,

Kiss goodbye,

Thank you Snooba,

See you soon.

 

Check in robot weighs my bag,

Says the kilos are really bad!

I have to pay three kilos more,

Eye roll, credit card, here we go.

 

Never mind,

It’s no big deal.

Now let’s pass security.

Bag got side-lined,

What the f***?

False alarm says a man in black.

 

Safely through,

Now loads of time.

Buy a Swatch in

Duty free!

 

Boarding soon,

It’s time to go.

Barcelona here I come!