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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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