My mistress has spent two hours and a half, meticulously ticking off her list

As she neatly arranged her stuff, ensuring that there was nothing she missed

Her formal dresses, freshly pressed, important interview, she says

Her stockings and gloves, in case it's cold, and her favourite scarf, though it's old

And that little diary, she carries all the time, to note something, cuz she's the forgetful kind

And a plastic cup, sachets of aftermint, a make-up kit and a box of Lindt

She packed me in with all this and more, the story books, in case she's bored

She firmly pushed down to make more space, to add a blanket just in case

She strapped me tightly, though it tickled me to core, funny, little suitcase, walked out the door

Just as we were about to reach the porch, she remembered the first-aid and the torch

Back we went, walking and rolling, she on two feet, my wheels a'following

She lay me gently on the floor, unchained and unstrapped and in went the extras in store

She put my hood back on and pat, went her hand on my cheeks so that

Everything inside of me went a bit down, flat and settled, bulky and round

A little shiny lock for my ears, the fancy jewellery I've been wearing for years

The taxi hailed, I plumply took the seat, beside my mistress, a worthy fit

She kept a cautious hand on my chest, the road was bumpy and up-down I went

My mistress and me, both dressed in red, a lovely match, in heaven-made

I smartly walked the airport isles, though slippery-slipped on smooth white tiles

But here we were, at the security check, baggage tag slapped on my face

Merry-meet, merry-part, merry-meet-again, in some other city, I'll reach by plane

I squished onto the squeaky rubber track, scary big-shoppers at my back

I tumbled and summersaulted and almost choked, into a strange smelly place, with similar folks

The next couple of hrs, I mostly slept, while first-time fliers around me wept

Scared out of their wits, me, a smart veteran, words of comfort I could offer like hostesses trained

The landing was smooth, now I was back on the track, lined with other goods

My mistress must be waiting, impatient that she is, at the baggage claim, belt no. 6

An hour has passed, my mistress no where, I've taken the ride for more than I've paid the fare

The tag hung around my neck, her name shining bright, but I'm alone, my mistress nowhere in sight

Poor she, how forgetful, poor me, what a shame! As I ride this roller coaster in the baggage claim