A Nest’s Predicament

Dr. Seuss said it best:

“East or west, my nest is best”

A place to eat and sleep and rest

Should be nothing to contest

Upper, lower bunk, I say

In close encounters are the way

New airline seats are being made

After all the problems made

By shabby small enclosure seats

Where no one can relax or read

Without a person sitting behind

Trying to drive you out of your mind.

Kicking feet of children I understand

But adults punching seats is a new brand

Of thoughtless insidious behavior

Maybe a bunk would be the savior?

Probably I won’t fly in the future

But passengers should be nurtured

Tickets cost an alarming rate

To end up with an uncomfortable fate.