Flight Plight Poem by Ima Ryma

From L.A. to New York City
The two of us were s'posed to fly,
A bizness trip for her and me.
She got on the right plane, but I,
Through human error instead went
To Denver, and I knew for sure
A lot of anger she would vent,
I'd been separated from her.
Of course she was assured we two
Would be together soon someday,
Probably after we both flew
Separately back to L.A.

Airline screw up phenomenon,
I shoulda been a carryon.