Weighty Matter!

WEIGHTY MATTER!

Bet was at Mascot Airport

Where many have been before

And she chanced to see a weighing machine

Which gave a compelling score.

Not only did it show the weight

But it added information,

Such as the colour of one's hair

And one's future destination.

Bet stood upon the weighing machine

And read the card it spat-out,

Saying, with wonder, to herself

'How did it work that out?'

The card reported 'You are blonde;

Sixty K's you weigh,

And you're off to visit your Mum in Perth.

Goodbye! Have a nice day!'

Bet was completely mystified

For every bit was true!

Feeling duped and sceptical

She decided what to do.

'If I disguise myself' she thought,

'And use the machine again,

I bet it doesn't get it right!

We'll see who's silly then!'

So she bought dark glasses for her eyes,

 And a wig, deep chestnut brown

And she bought new clothes and carried her case

Which really weighed her down.

She went into the Ladies' Room

And made the transformation.

She emerged a totally different Bet

Into the busy station.

Once more she crossed the platform,

And stood on the machine,

Knowing she didn't look like Bet,

More like a Sue or Jean.

She put her coin in the slot,

To see what the card would say,

But when she read this message

She fainted right away!

It said 'You're blonde and sixty Ks!

With a very little brain!

I've made an alteration.....

You've just missed your plane!'




Another travel horror-story here:
http://rinklyrimes.blogspot.com/2008/07/64woo-woo.html