Passport Photos

Our passport photos aren’t great And not because they’re out of date, For we’d been told no smiles allowed And to this edict, we had bowed. On mine, I look like I’m a thug Or someone yearning for a hug. My husband’s looks about the same, A sour face inside the frame. But now it’s time – we must renew And no one said a grin’s taboo So in the pictures we just took We both display a happy look. Perhaps the next time that we fly, Our smiles, to agents, will imply That doubts ‘bout us should be dismissed – Too gleeful for a terrorist!