"London Bound"

I realise it's not the greatest airport
But there's fuck all else to do
But what is so wrong with people
That  they have to form a queue?
First of all it's priority boarding
Who pay just to get on the plane
Maybe they jostled in the idiots queue
And simply thought never again.
I don't know why I'm getting wound up
I'm here because of the cheap price
Maybe I should ignore the lemmings in line
It's just a budget airline vice.
Though there is a perk to this flying
Even if I haven't paid much
The delightful 'eye candy'
Worth a look if I can't touch.
Not too keen on the 'Trolley Dolly'
But then girls are not my type
Just look at that Ryanair cabin boy
What's there not to like?
It almost makes me forgive them
For departing half an hour late
Something to do with ice on the wings
He makes it worth the wait.
He's young enough to be my son
I know I'm far too old
If I were twenty odd years younger
Maybe I'd dare to be bold.
As it is I'll fall asleep
Dreaming of him in a jiffy
The bonus of getting on in years
Is I won't wake up with a stiffy!

Dulwich Poet 30th October 2014

(I wrote this on the plane home from Brno, in the Czech Republic...)