Flying Funnies(Mary Poppin's revenge) (poem) by Patrick A Granfors on AuthorsDen

Flying Funnies(Mary Poppin's revenge)
by Patrick A Granfors → (All Poetry by Patrick A Granfors)
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This is dedicated to all those travellers affected by Iceland's Eyjafallajokull volcano. To the Mary Poppins tune. Photo:English.chosun.com

I called my agent Friday night To book a flight home from France He just laughed and said to me You haven’t got a chance Up in Iceland nature smokes And belches tons of ash And if your plane flies into it We’re certain it will crash In the background played a tune That mocks the travelling hopeful Oh Supercalifragilisticeyjafjallajokull I told him it was life or death He said he didn’t care There were no flights available From Europe anywhere The airport food does not agree No change of underwear I’m tired of sleeping on the floor Listening to the airport speaker’s blare In the background played a tune That mocks the travelling hopeful Oh Supercalifragilisticeyjafjallajokull Now the toilets are all full I’m really tired of travel I don’t know why each time I fly My best laid plans unravel If I could choke the agent through This line I’d be in jail Fly the friendly skies my ass Your honor I’m posting bail And in the background played a tune That mocks the travelling hopeful Oh Supercalifragilisticeyjafjallajokull

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on May 24, 2010

Sure glad I don't have to spell it. You sure hit the hell of it.

Ron

Reviewed by Eileen Granfors

Reviewed on May 23, 2010

Supercalifragilisticpoesy!

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

First we get Montezuma's curse traveling to Mexico and now we get "Supercalifragilisticeyjafjallajokull" trying to come home? man...we can't get a break!
You are tickling a lot of funny bones...

Georg

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

VERY NICE!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Sage Sweetwater

Reviewed on May 22, 2010

Takes talent to turn current events into poetry of humor, Patrick...you've got this down to a fine art...it's a pleasure to read your work, always something to ponder in this den.

Love,
Sage

Reviewed by Ed Matlack

Not that it happens often, but that is one reason I don't fly...if I can't drive myself, then I don't go...e

Reviewed by pat medlin

you are TOO much! so funny.....patmedlin

Reviewed by Mark Lichterman

"Supercalifragilisticeyjafjallajokull?" How the hell do you think of this stuff. Very clever and very funny, but too sad to really be really funny.
Mark

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

I never fly, have no wings, What's his name, Lindbergh flew all cross the atlantic, in a well you know what, and you can't get of the ground, except your temper, well you're right, if I heard that tune more than twice, I do might explode, like that volcano in Iceland, especiall if cornered in an airport with simular miscreants in dirty underwear and God help us, french food.
Funny as ever, Blessings! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Well done, Patrick.

Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)

Can't imgaine being stuck at the airport for days on end. What a nightmare. But if it happens, I'll be whistling this song the entire time.