Charter Flights
Sometimes, a charter is the only way to go, like it or not. Flying during the Christmas rush (unless we have a choice not to) might not be a good idea, as this poem tells…
The Charter Flight
Screaming, screaming kids
Anxious chatter
Little air
Heavy care
A plane that feels like a cattle truck
Floor full of muck
Toilet worse
The "holiday flying" curse
Crew as kind as can be
Just doing their job
Trying to locate a Dr. on board
Of calamities there’s a hoard
Eventful flight
Calm not in sight
A long eight hours
Bitter morning coffee overpowers
To wake up from a sleep not had
Taste very bad
Knees sore
No space infront
Back bent
Toddler’s kicking behind won’t relent
Is the destination worth the journey?
Or the journey worth the destination?
Hesitation
Drunken woman mouthing off
Good thing we’re landing
Louder and louder she gets
Because she won’t remember
For her, no regrets
And, at Passport Control
Another pushing soul
Sniveling and shifting
Infront of me drifting
Let her go
Manners
Many travelers do not know
Or, under stress
Easier to expect less.
In case you’re wondering which airline this poem was written on, it was Air Transat.
