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.