Monday, October 02, 2006

Ode to my small suitcase.

Little suitcase, little suitcase, where can you be?
We checked you in at the American counter in Memphis, Tennessee.
When we arrived in Chicago we waited until we were blue.
Many bags went by (all black) but none of them were you.
Were you on the plane? Did you make the flight?
We should of never let you out of our sight.
Come home little one, with all of our toiletries,
LP's shoes, my shoes, and our Celine Dion CDs.
I am kidding (really) about the Celine Dion CDs,
But sadly not about LP's shoes you see.
So get home soon, get home soon,
Because when American Airlines loses your bag it totally sucks.