She hit the deck in the land of Aurora with an ‘orrible bang.
Awaiting a grin and a sun kissed smile.
As boldly to chase her luggage she went.
She waited a while to research her smile
Hold on, hold off.
A huff and puff.
She’s lost her stuff.
Can’t find her rugby kit.
The trip of sky cruising.
A whole lot of losing.
Glowering at the carousel.
All the luggage came and went.
Her clothes nowhere to be found.
Lost them as she hit the ground.
Poor girlie, not a stitch to wear.
© Livvi Kent 2014