The balancing giraffes were standing high end to end.
Each one a relative or a terrifically great friend.
I would not have truly believed it myself of course
For I have never seen it in elephants or horse.
But I was in an airplane over New York City
When I looked out the airplane window and saw her pretty.
She was the top giraffe, and she was up in the cloud.
She was silent, but smirking, not a bit vulgar or loud.
How did you get up here? I wondered. Then I looked below
She was the top of sixteen giraffes all stacked high in a row.
The bottom one was standing on a skyscraper that came way up high.
So that is how they got her way up in the air, in the sky.
Hey, I said to my sleeping seatmate. Can you see what I see?
She looked out the window, but the giraffe was gone now you see.
What is it she asked me. Never mind, I said with a sigh.
Everybody does not get to see what I see in the sky.
My heart beats my mind is a mess
Can't focus on what the teacher says
Because of a guy few inches from me
During our class In Biology.
Lessons, problems that I can't understand
Makes it easier for me because of his helping hand
I wonder if he knows it brings shiver down my spine
Every time his skin touches mine.
Why do I feel this though I know it's wrong
Because every book will say we don't belong
He is positive and I'm positive too
We can't attract and it hurts me true.
Oh Gabriel why is this so hard?
Why is it that you're the one chosen by my heart?
Is this true? Is this real or fake?
That I have fallen in love with my seatmate.
A poem I made 3
years ago... :D
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God Bless!!!
My seatmate on the subway
Started taking out his lunch,
Pushing dreadlocks back and headphones
As his sandwich he did munch.
In his right hand was a soda,
Flavored grape, so said the can.
(By the way, on food and drink in subways
There exists a ban.)
I was sitting on his right as he
Quite deftly popped the top
And although the train was lurching,
Well, he never spilled a drop.
Which was fortunate for me because
My pants and top were white
And some purple soda speckles
Would have spoiled my day and night.
But we shouldn’t judge our neighbors
Or expect them to fulfill
Every purple drink’s desire,
Which is itching for a spill.
When People of Size Take to the Skies
By Elton Camp
When the extremely obese get onboard a plane
About their comfort and “rights” they complain
They forget that one ticket means only one seat
And with their seatmate for space can’t compete
Because the passenger who about normally trim
Shouldn’t have blobs of blubber pressed on him
Realize that man has paid for the use of a full seat
To have half taken by a tub of lard is sure no treat
Southwest Airlines has courage to do what’s needed
Requires fatsos to buy an extra seat if space exceeded
The rule is if the armrest between seats can’t be lowered
The “person of size” pays for two seats to get on board
Passengers who are of such enormous, abnormal girth
More trouble to the airlines than their business is worth