A Trip (in more ways than one:P)

A funny lil ditty about a trip to see my dad. Written on the plane home. R.I.P. James Rich

Before you read the poem, let me give you some idea of what you are reading. The trip was the last trip to see my father before he died. Yes, he smoked pot and at that time, my sister and I did as well. The poem was written on the plane by both of us as a funny reminder of our time there. I am glad we did it:)

References to people or things:

Green is pot...so is 'joy’
Jerry is Jerry Springer...that horrid talk show:P
Debby is my Aunt and my Grandma is...well my Grandma. We went to rummage sales a lot during that trip:)



The Trip


Here we go
flying on a plane,
what do you know
we're on the aisle lane.


Is it because
our dad is so cheap
and all of his money
he wants to keep?


Forced to endure
the bumps and the dings,
the last to be served,
and a view of the wing.


What did we do
to deserve such a fate?
Economy class-
we surely do hate.


Flying on a plane
to see dear old dad,
can't wait to get there;
it will be totally rad!


Who will we see?
To Indiana we go,
we're kind of scared
of the peeps that dad knows.


But he will protect us
when others are mean,
as long as we're high
and smokin the green.


Here we are
in the sweltering heat;
all of our relatives
we will soon surely meet.


We were quite puzzled
at the surprise that we had
that all of our relatives,
after all, weren't that bad.


It was quite neat
the prizes we found,
with Grandma and Debby,
rummaging around.


We were pleasantly high
on the 'joy' that dad shared-
hanging out watching "Jerry"
we knew that he cared.


On our way home
a cancellation was made,
without our permission,
causing great delay.


A voucher to eat
was all that we got,
when free airline tickets
is what we so sought.


Time to board
our luxury plane;
what a surprise
the stewardesses are lame.


We're finally home
from a long weary flight
wishing we were...
totally high as a kite.