mschoen202 An Ode to Plane Travel
(To be read in conjunction with “A Panic-Typer’s Guide: How to Survive an Arizona Dust Storm“)
O plane travel, oh plane travel,
How great are thy
You are a big cylinder that shoots through the sky
You take me to weddings, in the air you will climb,
You’ll take me to Ireland in two week’s time
O plane travel, oh plane travel,
You’re a ten out of ten,
You make my anxiety bubble up within
I’m not scared of crashing, nor being high in the air
I’m scared of tight spaces, vomit, and stares
O plane travel, oh plane travel,
You teach me to flow
Especially when you divert our pilots
to San Diego
O plane travel, oh plane travel,
I should be more in your thanks,
But it’s hard to do that
When you empty my bank
O plane travel, oh plane travel,
This is my last verse
I’m sitting at the gate
And I woke up at 4:30 this morning and now my flight is delayed and isn’t going to get in until 1am in Chicago and tbh I’m probably a little hangry too and if we could board soon that would be great, thank you.
The end.
