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!"
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