Ballad of the Nervous Air Passenger
with a nod to Robert Louis StevensonHow do I hate to go up in a plane,
up in the air so blue.
Oh, how I think it's the scariest thing
ever a tourist can do.
Up in the air 10,000 feet high
through the clouds grey and white,
my nerves run amok, I certainly cry,
I can't bear an aerial sight.
When I look down on the land or sea,
I can only imagine the fall
down through the air clutched by hard gravity.
It's a wonder I travel at all.
by Paula Mahon
in volume 6 issue 2
in volume 6 issue 2
Well done,you over there. I'm in the UK and love to read your parodies.
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