Flight Delight Poem by Ima Ryma

Hubby once had the worst air rage.
I dreaded each time we would fly.
He was obnoxious, off the gauge,
Making fellow passengers cry.
Flight crews shuddered when they'd see him.
He had a reputation for
Turning any pleasant flight grim.
Hubby made flying hell galore.
But this last flight, Hubby behaved.
He made no noise and caused no stir.
The passengers and crew all raved
That this was one great flight for sure.

No air rage but air peace instead,
In his coffin, Hubby flew dead.