Cousin Snake at the customs

Or how good intentions transform into absurd rules.

By Chyhir VeranikaPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Barbara Zandoval on Unsplash

There was once a snake from Australia,

She had a cousin born in Somalia,

With the loudest regrets

Customs turned upside down the guest:

“Have you brought dirty shoes to Australia?”

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Chyhir Veranika

Hello!

I'm a journalist from Belarus, now relocated to Australia and working in IT as a technical writer. I travelled more than 60 countries, lived in France and in the Caribbean working at the radio station. Here I share my stories...

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