The Flight

The flight, supposed to leave at 6,
Departed much, much later
And to our few demands, the airline
Didn't really cater.

The reasons why were iffy - 
There was traffic, fuel was low,
But explanations didn't help - 
We wanted just to go.

They told us to deplane and take
Our bags and all our stuff.
A brand-new pilot's coming soon -
But not quite soon enough.

At last, half-past eleven,
We took off and hit the skies.
The passengers, exhausted,
Shut their lights and closed their eyes.

We got to our hotel at 3 a.m.,
Too pooped to pop.
The joys of airline travel - 
Well, they never seem to stop.

But still, we had a lovely day
Despite our tired state.
We're flying home on Sunday - 
Gee, I really cannot wait!