On the Flight to Frankfurt
Sept. 13, 2004
Like sardines we were packed.
Air turbulence--we rolled and rocked.
Food served on trays, tiny and cute,
But, it almost made me puke!
Chicken with sauce so creamy
Made my stomach queasy.
The food inside me tumbled,
It complained and grumbled.
Oh no! I have to go!
Line is long, hold before I let go!
Finally, my time has come,
I sit and poof!--it's gone!
Only air, sigh, what a relief.
Now I can relax and breathe.
Aaah.
Sept. 13, 2004
Like sardines we were packed.
Air turbulence--we rolled and rocked.
Food served on trays, tiny and cute,
But, it almost made me puke!
Chicken with sauce so creamy
Made my stomach queasy.
The food inside me tumbled,
It complained and grumbled.
Oh no! I have to go!
Line is long, hold before I let go!
Finally, my time has come,
I sit and poof!--it's gone!
Only air, sigh, what a relief.
Now I can relax and breathe.
Aaah.
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