It came to the attention

Of the men in immigration

That a fellow with a truncheon

Was dashing round the room

A plane from LA had landed

Just a few minutes before

And this fellow with a truncheon

Came running through the door

“Apologies” he said

and then “apologies” again

He was in pursuit of something

But his efforts seemed in vain

The little sniffer hound came in

And round the corner went

He sniffed around the truncheon man

Whom to the floor he sent

But never fear, the sniffer’s here

And at last he did espy

A legless pair of boots walk by

No legs, true, I don’t lie

At last the boots were apprehended

The sniffer dog his task was ended

The boots were placed upon the counter

And there, red with embarrassment lay

“We really aren’t at all illegal

And we don’t like your sniffy beagle

We’ve come to see the kangaroos”

The boots then both did say

The men in immigration

Gave the matter their attention

And they stamped the boots

Then on the label wrote

“Red suede boots with zippers broken

Long, long life of much devotion

Repackage them

And tightly tie the knot

To this address please send them

Take care, the heel’s broken

And send this card on with them

It’s the only ID token”

From your fellow fruit and nut cases at PPS

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Later……..

RECEIVED with many thanks

……………………………….. Australia

11/21/2002