The Flight
The flight, supposed to leave at 6
Departed much, much later
And to our few demands, the airline
Didn't really cater.
The reasons why were iffy -
There was traffic, fuel was low
But explanations didn't help -
We wanted just to go.
They told us to deplane and take
Our bags and all our stuff.
A brand-new pilot's coming soon -
But not quite soon enough.
At last, half-past eleven,
We took off and hit the skies.
The passengers, exhausted,
Shut their lights and closed their eyes.
We got to our hotel at 3 a.m.,
Too pooped to pop.
The joys of airline travel -
Well, they never seem to stop.
But still, we had a lovely day
Despite our tired state.
We're flying home on Sunday -
Gee, I really cannot wait!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2014
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