Flushed Away Poem by John Fenn

Kids to the left of me, kids to the right of me
Kids screaming loudly, kids they’re a blight to me
Give them a sweetie or some other thing
Let them outside, to yell on the wing
Just please keep them quiet, I’m trying to rest
It’s a four hour flight and I’m not at my best
Now, here’s an idea which may seem rather bold
Shall I see if the crew have got room in the hold
Or the loo, that's a good place to send them to play
Then if luck’s on our side, they might get flushed away