“So what is your description?” asked
The caller who would soon be tasked
To pick me out of airport throng
Never miss a local story.
When I by flight would come along.
“Just look,” I said, “for chiseled face,
With not a hair that’s out of place;
A gentleman who’s tall and lean
Whose skin has got that suntan sheen;
A chap of wit and spark and flair
And — dare I say it — debonair.
If such a man you chance to see,
Then rest assured — it isn’t me!”
Don Munday, firstname.lastname@example.org