Metal tubes – good or evil?
Tubes.
Metal Tubes.
They keep things safe.
Cigars, for example.
My cigar is in cellophane.
Yours is in a metal tube.
Game over.
You win.
So, you would think
A metal tube would be cool.
Not always.
I was in a metal tube yesterday.
Two of them, in fact.
Now, I feel like death,
Warmed over.
If you have a treasured cigar,
Don’t put wings on its metal tube.
You will have a cigar with a fever.
Flying home, Barcelona to Philly
A long nine-hour flight to Philly.
The flight crew seems a little chilly.
American uniforms but under there,
Are souls that came from USAir.
There’s a woman crouched in 7E.
She’s annoying all the staff she sees.
If our steward hears another “Sir?”,
He’s going to go United on her.
This flight is long, a Transatlantic,
So all the rookies are quite frantic.
In coach, the lunch was Shepherd’s Pie.
But how many shepherds had to die?
Waiting.
Please.
Let us board.
I want a cramped seat.
I want noisy neighbors.
I want the Hell out of here.
Please let us board.
Truth
It is a long way to Tipperary.
I know that this is true.
We’ve been gone two weeks,
And we’re only in Barcelona.
Breakfast at sea. Tasty and dangerous.
Coffee,
Bacon,
Bacon,
Coffee,
Coffee,
Bacon,
Toast,
Bacon,
Coffee.
Hmm. Rough seas today.
I feel queasy.
Maybe it’s just a cold
to the tune of Frer Jaques
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
I am on the poop deck,
Looking for the puke deck.
Feeling blue,
Feeling blue.
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
Forgot to washy-washy,
Now my tummy’s sloshy.
Feel like poo,
Feel like poo.
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
Medical is crowded,
I ate what the crowd did.
Cordon bleu,
Cordon bleu.
Norovirus,
Norovirus,
Not the flu,
Not the flu.
All of us are leaving,
Hope that this is fleeting.
No more spew.
No more spew.
Even on a ship,
People are in cocoons.
There should be a way
To have some interactions.
I found an easy way.
Wander down the halls.
Look for “Do Not Disturb.”
Change to “Make Up Cabin.”
You have allowed people
To meet their cabin steward.
Bringing people together.
Feel good about yourself.
Finally had to go see Doc.
This Doc is not like Love Boat.
He has good drugs.
Nap-inducing drugs.
I like this doctor.
Sitting at the Garden Cafe,
The Golden Corral of the Sea.
Buffets, the great equalizer.
Watching the world go by.
Masses of people,
Masses of calories.
Many look very lost.
Some look confused.
Some look … wow.
This is the same gene pool
That gave us Heidi Klum
And Stephen Hawking.
Hard to believe.
I need dessert.
Back into the crowds.
I’m sleepy.
Every night,
Another hour lost.
This is why you
Can’t go home again.
Still, sleepy beats
Jet-lagged.
Coffee doesn’t fix
Jet-lagged.
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