Costa Bound - Visitor's Poem

by Richard John Scarr
(Brighton, East Sussex, England)

Last week I took a plane to Spain.
And halfway through the flight,
I walked into the cockpit,
and gave the pilots quite a fright.

With a banana in my pocket,
and pointing like a gun
I said, "Take this plane to sunny Spain.
Or we go to kingdom come!"

The Captain first looked angry,
then he gave a puzzled frown.
He said, "That's our destination.
This plane is Costa bound."

I said: "The last time that I took this flight,
on my way to Spain to scuba,
some other so and so pulled a gun,
and I ended up in Cuba!"