Flight To Freedom

We flew a million miles in eighteen hours Amongst the cotton ball clouds To a new land and new adventure To do whatever we want ,whenever and whatever’s allowed Plane travel is not my favourite It makes me fearful and l find it quite gross Though due to a long expat lifestyle I have had more than my fair dose So, l will tell you the things that bother me You may not feel as l do Some just love to fly Into the world of yonder blue So here are my gripes l actually have a few Its claustrophobic, cramped and stuffy Not a whiff of fresh air in view The toilets are tiny and feral Wee on the seat and floor How anyone could join the mile high club in one I find mind blowing and totally abhor Now the for other flyers Most courteous and polite However there is another breed Who believe they are the only one on the flight The farters, nose pickers and rip snorters The demanding and rude Banger of seats and complete ignoramuses There my gripes conclude So after eighteen hours without sleep A body full of aches and pains Sitting next to a man named Mr Harry-endous B.O I wanted out of this suffocating container called a plane Five hours later we arrive at our destination A slice of purest heaven that had fell to earth The plane trip faded into insignificance When surrounded by such exquisite beauty and worth