The Joys of Traveling by Plane
Dear sir who put his chair back
I'm glad that you are able to relax
But please, give a care to those behind
Who would rather not be left blind
When your chair smacks them on the nose
Too oblivious to apologize, I suppose?
And to the screaming child in row eight
Would you like me to reciprocate?
I could scream your ears off too
Though that behavior would hardly do
Befitting someone of my age
And a plane is not an opera stage
Regarding my seat mate
This arrangement is NOT A DATE
Speak minimally, if you please
Allow me to forget you with ease
Oh joy here comes the non-complimentary drinks cart
Wait, dear God DID SOMEONE FART?
Its cold here with barely any room
Oh dear I hope we get there soon
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