Airports, Airports

Stranded at the airport…grand Who dealt to me this bad hand? Everything seemed in my way At least I knew I could not stay All the people in a hurry Rushing quickly everywhere, the scurry Dragging luggage so intent I could not tell who came or went Some were stranded, sleeping Some were walking, creeping On chairs and benches all around Or sleeping on the ground Will we go where we have to go? We don’t like the airport show Flying sometimes seems a chore I don’t think I care for airports any more