A window seat – I like the view
But two hours in I need the loo.
So there I am in seat 4F
4E, however, is quite deaf.
I ask, as one is wont to do,
“Could you please kindly let me through?”
She seems to be ignoring me
But then a small black wire I “see”
Because she’s one who flying fears
There’s calming music in her ears.
But then success! I’m in the aisle!
A queue has built up though meanwhile
And when a few have come and gone
The seatbelt sign gets switched back on.
I guess it makes some sort of sense
That with a little turbulence
My usual calm and accurate aim
Might not, in fact, be quite the same.
So with a strangled little curse
The same procedure in reverse:
The young man sitting in 4D
Must shift the laptop on his knee
And step out past me, while his mate
Once more receives the message late.
So now I’m sure, as eggs is eggs,
It’s better just to cross my legs.
