I just authored this on a plane, while sitting in an exit row, in honour of Exit Rows everywhere.
I’m 6’6″ / 200cm. You get the idea.
Happiness is an Exit Row
Happiness is an Exit Row
With knees not shifting to and fro
With aching not felt from below
Nor seat-backs crushing hips-to-toes
I do so love you Exit Row
Happiness is an Exit Row
With room to stage a puppet show
While dressed as Edgar Allen Poe
With daughter cousin wife in tow
Oh! How I love my Exit Row
Happiness is an Exit Row
Should you steal it, you’re my foe
The handle pulled, the door I’ll blow
Released your belt and out you go
I’d kill to have my Exit Row
Oh, how I love my Exit Row!
you are not.
you’re 198 if you’re an inch.
Love that you entertain yourself writing poetry.
Happiness is a comic bloke
Always ready with a joke
Tickling bones of other folks
Sometimes going up in smoke
Ready fun at self to poke
Rarely found to ever choke
Loving dagger and the cloak
Makes us laugh until we croak
Happiness is the comic bloke 🙂