I swear this is true,
This excuse I give you...
I held up our flight
Trying to get a poem just right.
My mind was on my words,
As I sat watching the birds.
I was penning my heartache,
At the wrong gate!
Then luckily, I heard you call,
I jumped up and got on the ball.
To the right gate, I ran like the wind,
Just need to shove my coat in the overhead bin.
I see your eyes glaring on me breathless,
Kids and adults equally restless.
I smile and thank them for waiting
They shout ‘give her the mic to prove she’s not faking!’
Hold crap they are serious
I’m not just delirious
So, I read my poem on the 2267 flight
And the passengers clapped to my delight.