Jet2 Poem by JJ Evendon

I'm in the dragon's throat.
Outside, roaring thunder can be heard.
Blessed with skin of metal
it moves swiftly through the air
devouring great distances with ease.
Its wings, burnished by the setting sun,
reflecting its size and power.
It's been a long journey and it will soon end
where upon arrival,
passengers will disgorge
from its bowels
to return home from whence they came.

-unless they forgot to unfasten the safety belt first...