Leaving On a Jet Plane

As I soared at forty-thousand feet strapped in the aluminum-tubed aerie, Racing through my skull was a tune made famous by Peter, Paul and Mary! They made leaving on a jet plane sound so very romantic and swell! Contrary to their soothing ballad, mine was the flight from hell! Ah, the thrill of going through the security check still lingers, Recalling a most "touching" pat-down by Freddy Feely Fingers! I had to remove my belt, shoes and the change from my pockets, And open my carry-on bag to prove I had no guns or rockets! I was "squoze" betwixt two guys leaning on my shoulders snoring! One was built like Hulk Hogan - the other as fat as Herman Goring! A squalling kid hollered for the entire trip! I suffered beyond belief! I ordered a Manhattan on the Rocks in hopes of finding blessed relief! About the flight, I told Betty Boop the attendant, "I'm tired of this fuss! Next time I travel I'll skip all this nonsense and ride a Greyhound bus!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (c) All Rights Reserved NOTE: I've suffered through many such flights wondering if the agony would ever end! Entry for Debbie Guzzi's "Songs to Poetry" Contest