violets are blue,
To the people who have carried my luggage,
a BIG thanks to you.
To the cheeky Brits in the tube,
even the one dressed like a goob,
the kindness I appreciate,
Because I was such in a flustered kind of state.
A million steep flights of stairs,
I looked at with despair.
but the owner of the Morgan house,
carried it all because he knew I have strength like a mouse.
To the security at the train,
I thank you for your pain,
Of carrying the luggage weighing 80 pounds,
Even as you made your rounds.
To Croydon's Peter,
it was dragged up the stairs without a teeter.
And as he carried it around again and again,
I thought to myself, "I do love a thoughtful man."
Thank you Ryan who carried my bag,
and who also works for the American flag.
A true hero you are,
Beth and I should take you out to the bar.
But frustration is directed to people of RyanAir,
Who wouldn't budge a hair.
A prince's fortune I paid,
because of what my damn luggage weighed.
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