Here are the requirements for entering this cabin
No more than the minimal amount of baggage
Cabin is sensitive; it cannot take too much weight,
It must be able to sustain balance, you understand.
Excess baggage must be checked elsewhere
If you insist on bringing on more, it'll cost you dear.
Please keep your voice down; keep the peace.
Avoid carrying any potentially dangerous items-
We will confiscate - don't complain.
Take what you need to pass the time-
We'll provide entertainment, but there's a limit.
If you're handicapped or have dietary requirements,
We can handle it - but do let us know in advance.
As for liquid matter, we have measurements,
But it's best left behind.
Thanks for choosing us - enjoy the ride.
I couldn't find room for these in my everyday blog, so here it is. I don't like to place a date on these, so they can be anything from 10 years old to last week's. Enjoy, roll your eyes, whatever your favorite reaction is, do it with a cup of tea!
Friday, June 24, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Fresh Air
I leapt blithely into a rude awakening,
The way one sighs happily when resting in newly cleaned sheets
And wakes up in a sweat after a troubling dream.
Another week of unsolicited disturbances,
I tried to shut the door on your pretty speeches
But you stuck your foot in, and, like a clumsily scribbled tale,
Someone had to bring you back your orphaned shoe.
Instead of flinging it in your face, I handled it gently.
Didn't go as far as polishing, but, swallowing my bile,
I presented the clunky shoe to your open hands.
Then without even looking me in the eye,
You turned your heels, and all was silent again.
But the scent of your shoe's interior lingers.
Time to open the windows again, let in the fresh air.
The way one sighs happily when resting in newly cleaned sheets
And wakes up in a sweat after a troubling dream.
Another week of unsolicited disturbances,
I tried to shut the door on your pretty speeches
But you stuck your foot in, and, like a clumsily scribbled tale,
Someone had to bring you back your orphaned shoe.
Instead of flinging it in your face, I handled it gently.
Didn't go as far as polishing, but, swallowing my bile,
I presented the clunky shoe to your open hands.
Then without even looking me in the eye,
You turned your heels, and all was silent again.
But the scent of your shoe's interior lingers.
Time to open the windows again, let in the fresh air.
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