Security was the important code
Neither knife nor bullet under her coat“Nope” they said “We want no risk,
Just bones and skin, march brisk and frisk”
Said they would deliver at her place
Her dowry packed with ‘Hail Mary’ grace
Just chastity belt below her waist
She could follow the nude who ran in haste
She looked at old, young, pale skinned sight
All toddle in line, left, right, left, right
She couldn’t board the flight that night
Was much too bashful, that Indian bride
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