But the child in
row thirty was the devil in drag, she would not be quiet, I put up a flag
We just could not
cope with the pitiful noise; we both did our best to maintain our poise
I turned to her
father and said with a smirk, “If she does not be quiet, I will go berserk”
I paid money to
sit here in exit row ten, I doubt if I’ll be paying ever again
My tray table it would
not extend to full length, I’m going insane, please give me strength
And every eight
seconds, a kick in the back; my seat it would jerk, I was starting to crack
My patience was
waning, good humour diminished; in four short-ish hours, our journey was
finished
We left the first
plane in downtown Singapore; two hours in the bar, then back for some more
One hour thirty to Ho Chi Min City, I could feel the insides of my eyeballs getting gritty
A very long day,
that started at four, when we reach our destination, there’ll be time for one
more
When my head hits the
pillow I'm out like a light; but we'll do it again, the very next night
tbc
tbc
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