Mommy My Ears Hurt!

A Sonnet

Your cries were of bitter dissapointment
that flying didn’t feel like when playing,
that’s my crazy little running lady
such mem’ry serves as my sorrows ointment.
Your arms straight out to the sides like wings,
free to go anywhwere in the wide world;
meets a hurt tummy and a bag to hurl
while the pressure in your ears starts to sing.
A tight rising pain that just will not stop
grounds the head with such terminal waiting
and the smoking section starts slow fading
when suddenly the pain just up and pops
	after hurting a lot when really bored,
	hostess welcomes us to Dallas Fort Worth.