Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Flying Poem

I really don't like flying,
Especially when there are babies crying.

There's a kid behind me kicking my seat,
I wish I had something to tie down his feet.

Sitting next to the window is sometimes fun,
But getting out surely is none.

There isn't a movie on display,
It feels like this flight is taking all day.

My iPod already died,
There's nothing else to do that I haven't tried.

I'm getting really antsy,
Good thing this flight isn't fancy.

I wish I could teleport, it'd be so much faster,
But thats gotta be a hard trick to master.

I think we're almost there,
We better be or I might pull out my hair.

I can't wait to touch ground,
Get off this plane and run around.

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