The cacophony begins
Two little ones
Tired of sitting on their mothers' laps
Begin the wail of wails.
Mothers hush to no effect
Their voices taking turns with screams and cries
Which echo through the cabin
Curling all the hairs on necks
Of those without Bose headphones
Or hearing aids (turned down).
No use for it
No getting off
We can't just land the plane
And let the babies crawl around a bit
Nor can we get them sleeping
Their ear infection keeps them raging on
Four hours whine by
Grating, setting every nerve on edge
And as we stand to trudge on down the aisle
One passenger lies, "Your baby was so good!"
I fight the urge to flick her in the head.
Who want to see your lovely nieces'/nephews'/grandbabies' faces
Who nag and nag by phone to get a visit
Next time you feel the urge to nag
Do all of us a favor
Buy yourself a ticket
Get your own maturer self onto a plane
And go to see the family babies
To spare us all the torture.