An Airplane Stand Across The Land!

The cat saw at Adam's sea the other day, for you a long long time when this post comes on display, that some were considering making people stand on a plane. We just have to go down that lane.

No need to drive.
No need for a train.
You'll most likely survive.
So just hop a plane.

Crammed as one.
Germs recycled and spread.
We aren't saying it's fun.
But gets you home to bed.

The seats are crammed.
The kids are whiny.
Your back may get rammed.
Some aren't so tiny.

You may shimmy and shake.
Maybe even hurl.
But make no mistake,
You should give it a whirl.

Point A to Point B.
Much quicker for thee.
And for an added fee
You can fly more comfortably.

But that's not all.
For an added fee,
You won't risk a fall.
We'll provide a seat for thee.

Otherwise enjoy our new space.
Room for that many more.
The mile high club you can embrace.
You're standing anyway as we soar.

The subway of the sky.
That will get cheers.
Loved by every girl and guy.
We'll squash any fears.

The plane will be loaded.
You'll have no room to fall.
Maybe even mats that are color coded.
Size matters to one and all.

And if we should crash.
You'll never know all the while.
There will be no dash.
You'll break you neck in a dog pile.

Don't you want to stand on a plane now? Doesn't that just make you want to fly somehow? Crushed by passengers through turbulence and such. My, that is a sales pitch by more than a touch. I think I'd rather drive. Better chance to survive. Now my ode to the standing in an airplane has come to pass. I think I'll go fly around the room with the power of my own little rhyming ass.

Fill your rummer, get drunk all summer.