Let me share my horror tale

and this is no allegory

about my time in purgatory

the details I will surely curtail

about leaving the airport in Fort Lauderdale.

The airport is woefully small

to possibly accommodate all

the many travelers passing through

which, to be clear, is far from few,

crammed in gate to gate and wall to wall.

Trust me, when I say,

and this is not hyperbole

you do not want to be

in this airport’s way.

It was some real bad luck

the day went from bad to worse

I blame it on some kind of airport curse

all my plans to get home went amok

when the pernicious curse struck.

The airline would not send me on my way

instead it doled out delay after delay

then came food poisoning

or maybe it was sun poisoning?

It all provided a miserably long day.

I think a piece of me

may be stuck there

still waiting somewhere

forever in purgatory.

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