In the Plane
I was in the plane.
Someone asked:
-Are you comfortable?
-Oh, yes! Thank you!
He has shortened
the space between the seats.
And now? – he asked again.
He had to thank God for
we were in the plane,
otherwise I would
smash his face,
it could be a disgrace.
Some people feel discomfort
when you feel good.
They are so happy
when you are in a bad mood.
Copyright © Larisa Rzhepishevska | Year Posted 2012
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