The amusements I provided on the plane
Were not sufficiently interesting.
One son, given to hyperbole, muttered,
“This is the worst day of my life.
I hate this.” Such complaints will come again.
There will be time for training
In a less constricted, and public, environment.
Then we flew through turbulence,
That roller coaster feel of rocking,
Stomach dropping.
All smiles, all delight, happy shrieks.
“I love this day! I love this plane!”
We’ll be looking for extreme careers for that one.
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