Poem -

DODGY SHEILA AT AIRPORT CONTROL

This dodgy Sheila came from Australia way 
Didn't start well when she didn't say good day 
She worked at the airport security control 
Being allowed in her country was my goal 

All types of questions were asked of me 
Some were pretty pointless as far as I could see
This dodgy Sheila asked if I hunt and swim 
My chances of getting into Australia were now getting slim  

Why would she ask questions like that ? 
I know I wasn't expecting a welcome mat  
This dodgy Sheila finally let me through the gate 
My experience at the airport security control was hardly great

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