Bad Jumpseat Poetry

The other day my plane was sitting on the runway in Salt Lake City. Our flight was early and there wasn't an open gate for us...so we waited. I tried to kill a fly that had been driving everyone crazy for the last hour. I curled up the printout of passenger information in my hand and took my best swing at him. I missed. Then some words came to mind. I got out my pen and wrote them down. Here you go...some bad jumpseat poetry from me to you. :-) Enjoy.

FLY IN THE CABIN

fly in the cabin
buzzing about
shut the main door
and you'll never get out

until you have traveled
over valleys and peaks
miles and miles
home that you seek

find your way back
to the main cabin door
or you'll find yourself flying
in the cabin once more.

I thought it interesting that this fly is flying around in something that is flying much faster than itself. How else could a fly, fly so fast?