British Airways From Lhr To Fco. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Does anybody smile here, they’re all as miserable as sin
No one talks, they don’t say a word, what a state they’re in!
They’re on a plane to somewhere nice but you’d think this was a hearse
With frozen faces all around, life doesn’t get much worse.
Half of them are sleeping, the other half are dead
I wish to god I was somewhere else, preferably in bed!
We’re off to sunny Italy, to the sights in lively Rome
I wish that life was on this plane, I feel like going home.
A holiday! A holiday! Do they know the meaning of the word?
Rest, relax, some would say but hibernation’s just absurd.
We’re flying over puffy clouds, wait! What do I see?
These cotton balls have come to life and are waving back at me!
Now that’s just wishful thinking or am I going mad?
I know, I’ll sing them all a song, for making me so glad.
To be on this plane with them and sharing all that’s new
But the ones I feel most sorry for are the happy smiling crew!