Budget air travel - a lament

[dillingworth]

I fear this is a one trick pony and that the pun doesn't fit the rest of the poem. The subject is also a bit obvious but thought I'd put it up here for what it's worth.

What passing-bells for those who fly as cattle?

Only the faux craic cheap sales patter of the stuttering commercial prophet. Only the vacuum packed excrescences of an eyeless panini-churning beast that labours in darkness forever.

They languish an interminable purgatory in the corrugated warehouse of the damned. They surrender hope and relinquish the sun for endless fluorescent avenues where journeys come to die.

They shit with knees about their ears in the only place where they can hear the wind. They flinch at static shocks from uniforms of whorish blue polyester laundered with lust.

They are stowed and battened, preserved in the rarified air of conditioned despair. They are drifting rudderless to the underworld in a leaky tub.

Revolt, legions of the listless! Smash down the barricades and tear out the seats! Bring down the sky upon their heads in molten aluminium rain! Found your forgotten city in the valleys of the sea!

Revolt, and be sure never to arrive on time.

[David]

Mmm. Tis a good pun, all right, but I'd like to see you follow the pattern of the original throughout. There's a challenge for you.

Cheers

David

[twoleftfeet]

Mmm. Tis a good pun, all right, but I'd like to see you follow the pattern of the original throughout. There's a challenge for you.

Cheers

David

I'll second that, Dill.

So - did "Saving Private Ryan" have anything to do with RYANAIR, then?

Geoff