Turbulence Poem by gershon hepner

Turbulence



It surely makes a lot of sense
to have a seatbelt in your bed
as antidote to turbulence
when driving wantonly unwed,
but in adddition, to be safe
when taking in your hands your life
by sleeping with a wanton waif,
use airbags when without your wife.
With airbags bad folk will sleep good
but good folk, I am pleased to tell,
don’t need them, for no good folk should
sleep good, but rather, surely, well.


(10/15/07/Inspired by the inauguration of the A 380 by Singapore Airlines, reported by Nicola Clark in the NYT, October 15,2007)

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