A Flight I took

As we mingle with a fluttering and a happy cloud;
What’s up with that kid? Why is he crying so loud?
The innards of this flight not luxurious enough?
‘Cause the exec up ahead sure is finding it tough;
He is fighting with the crew in his elite "first-class"
Seems the curve of the cushion doesn't suit his ass.
Or does the child share his problem with the guy next to me
Who has got his "Bombay Times" with a missing page-3?
Some guy who demands a more spacious loo.
And that lady thinks her sandwich is too cold to chew.
Or maybe the kid wants the same thing as me.
That curvaceous stewardess... oh the anatomy!

Problems aplenty that could pique the child.
But utterly clueless on what's got him so riled.
Oh-oh. His mum just figured it out.
A diaper change delayed due to flight take-off.
A dry bottom and the kid was at his goo-goo again.
But us grown-ups, we still weren't relieved of our pain.
Complaining is our right, though we have all we need
And no matter what they give, we refuse to be pleased!
The child has long been quiet, blowing bubbles with his spit.
Someone’s got a new complaint; the cabin isn't well lit...
(Hey, someone tell her, we are landing and the lights need to be
Turned off...)

- Himanshu