I Hate Airport Travel

Oh the joys of an airport trolley I try and push it oh what a folly The wheels always have a life of their own I’ve not got off the ground I just want to go home I want it to go left but it goes off to the right I give in to its stubbornness; I really don’t want a fight At last I reach the check in I can leave the trolley behind Farewell you metal monster you drove me out my mind I queue up at the check in to get my boarding pass Hope they don’t scrutinise my photo I really look an ass No I’ve not got any liquids and I packed the bag myself Oh damn I’ve left my travel sickness pills on the kitchen shelf Now its through security oh how I do hate that Remove your belts and boots, your scarf and your hat Make sure you put your liquids in a plastic bag Without my Oil of Olay I look a real old hag In the departure lounge your pocket takes a hit Have you seen the cost of a cuppa – it takes the mick a bit You sit around for ages and hope that there is no delay I just want to board the plane and go on holiday Herded up like cattle when you hear the flight number call I climb the aircraft steps carefully so I don’t take a fall Squeeze into the aircraft seat and buckle up your belt Hope the pilot knows their stuff and your last card’s not got dealt Finally the plane takes off and you are in the air Thirty minutes flight time for an exorbitant fare Finally you land and you reach your destination Time to relax and sit back and enjoy your vacation. Jan Allison 30th April 2014