Restless, bored, awake, alive, the aircraft turns into a dive, Turning over all the drinks, washing people at the sink, The pilot apologizes ignorantly, The flight attendants laugh at me, Nothing else I have to sleep, I try to drift off to sleep. Crash! The child next to me spills a bowl of steaming soup, plus the hot roll. Since when did airplanes serve this good, Delicious, nutritious airline food? The pilot says still hours to go, I've been through eight shirts one to go. My slumber is now lost, The lovely darkness of the deep, But now I quote dear Robert Frost: And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. In my case though, I cannot sleep, the screaming kids, the electronic beep. All I wish for just right now, Is for somewhere, somehow, for everyone to SHUT UP.