Passengers on planes who balk
At following the rules
Should not be seen as harmless,
Merely acting out like fools.
For disobeying mandates,
Flying trapped up in the air,
Is a risky proposition,
Which to seatmates is unfair.
A threat to flight attendants,
Fellow passengers or crew
Should make flying, for the perpetrators,
Totally taboo.
Arresting those offenders
Who cause on-board stress and strife
Isn’t punishment enough – they should
Be cuffed, then banned for life.
On a plane we sit, confined
With all our freedom left behind.
We cannot move around too much
And with our friends, can’t be in touch.
We eat what we have brought aboard
And in our carry-ons have stored,
Then turn to what we have to read
(Variety is what I need).
If seatmates shut the window shade,
The ones who sleep have got it made
But those who like to look outside
Do sadly have their views denied.
The seatbelts keep us safe, we’re told
But sometimes we get rock and rolled
If turbulence gets out of hand;
We count the minutes ‘til we land.
Distraction really is the key;
At least, it works quite well for me
For if I’m busy, I’m not apt
To ponder how, in flight, we’re trapped.
The window seat provides a view
Of clouds and bright blue sky.
It’s where you likely want to sit
When it’s your turn to fly.
The aisle gives easy access
If your bladder needs to void.
Just pop right up and seatmates
Never have to be annoyed.
But what remains if by some chance
You wait to choose a seat?
Being stuck right in the middle
Where you’ll settle in defeat.
When Window wants to move, you must
Unbuckle and step out
And you’re disturbing Aisle
If you need to move about.
The dreaded middle seat’s for those
Who just ran out of luck.
Without accessibility or views,
You’re merely stuck!