Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Tasty Hors D'Oeuvres

The cows, they lowed
   The sheep, they bleated
The pigs, they squealed
   Herded together tight, overheated

Squeezed into lines
   Individuality stripped
Indignity's design
   Poked, prodded, whipped

through airport corridors
  lines stretching forever
making tasty hors d'oeuvres
  for blue-uniformed beasts, however...

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Caren Krutsinger November 6, 2019 at 1:49 AM I always think "are you kidding me?" as I am herded through without shoes, wondering what I will be stepping on. MOOOOOOOOOOOO Gershon Wolf November 6, 2019 at 8:30 AM It,certainly BEHOOVES me to thank you for this comment, Caren! ~ Shoeless Joe (Jackson)

Chris Green November 5, 2019 at 8:12 AM I know exactly what you are talking about. I have always felt like cattle being herded when dealing with the airport procedures. Maybe it because of them constantly saying..."Keep Moooooving" Gershon Wolf November 5, 2019 at 8:57 AM Thank you for that moooooving comment, my friend! ~ Still chuckling, gw

Timothy Mcguire November 4, 2019 at 11:32 PM Very Interesting! Gershon Wolf November 5, 2019 at 8:57 AM ---Interesting to read about; not so interesting to endure! ~ gw

Kim Rodrigues November 4, 2019 at 7:12 PM This is great! Gershon Wolf November 5, 2019 at 8:56 AM Hope you had enough to eat. LOL. ~ Maitre'd