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Ode to the new high-security terminal at Rome's Fiumicino Airport

The odious Terminal Five
Is a sprawling and unpleasant dive
With nary a seat
And nothing to eat
Where trav'lers swarm, as in a hive.

To get to your plane you do strive
But at check-in there's no one alive.
You're miles from your gate
And you wait and you wait
For airline personnel to arrive.

Of logic, this place they deprive,
While madness and lunacy thrive.
Great security?
Pray how can this be,
When it makes me want someone to knive?

They give you ridiculous jive
That this nonsense will help you survive.
But here's my advice:
For your trip to be nice,
Forget Fiumicino, and drive!

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