Flight 14 Poem by Phil Soar

Flight 14



As the flight approached New York
I lost my plastic fork
And the airline food went cold upon my tray
Which was maybe for the best
As most ended on my chest
As some turbulence threw most of it away

Monday, January 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense,silly,travel
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