Elise Matthesen

'Tis brillig, and your safety card,
Does gimble in the pocket, right?
All mimsy is your safety belt:
Snug it and lock it tight.

Obey the lighted signs, my friend,
obey the crew, enjoy the ride;
Heed thou the lighted pathway to
the frumious exit slide.

If oxygen masks start to fall
put yours on first; do not delay.
Like Tum-tum trees, your cushion floats;
You'll up your odds that way.

And if in uffish thought you sit
plotting to smoke, you plot in vain.
There's whiffling in the tulgey wood
But none aboard this plane.

One two, one two, we have for you
Nice lavatories fore and aft
But touch those smoke detectors and
We'll bust you. Don't be daft.

And hast thou put thy luggage up
in that nice bin above your seat?
Stow it away! Callooh Callay!
Or put it by your feet.

We're making ready to depart
Seatbacks and trays may not be down.
Turn all arcane devices off
And we'll be off the ground.


(Yeah, there's poetry goofiness afoot over at Making Light again. I blame thank Abi for this round, which ate my brain until I finished that. Now I go back to getting cool stuff ready in the component section of the Current Shinies sale post.)