SATIRE | POETRY
Airplane
A poem about airplanes.

A giant metal bird Is packed full of farting customers, And children crying. Lovely. The windows on airplanes don’t open. You just suffer through it. Thank God they have alcohol. “Would you like to pay $500 for a meal That is comprised solely of a cocktail sausage?” A stewardess asks you. Meanwhile, an old man has fallen asleep on your shoulder. You didn’t know old people can drool so much… “Make that a cocktail sausage and a triple vodka, please.” You only get half a sausage and a single vodka. You paid $600. Another flight attendant comes to tell you, That they’ve ejected your luggage out of the airplane, And into the air while flying, Because your bag was 1 lb over the limit.
© Sabana Grande
SABANA GRANDE’S BAD POETRY SERIES NO. 4
