The planes were lined up in a queue,
A reminder of something I knew.
They awaited permission
Like at intermission
In theaters outside of the loo.
One by one each one skyward immersed
As the rest inched up closer to first
But like women in line
Still not given the sign
There were tempers (and bladders!) to burst.
Monday, June 5, 2017
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