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My Husby loves to travel,
It’s just the way he is,
North or South; East or West,
The world is truly his.
He loves to take me with him,
(It’s good I love to go)
Foreign or domestic,
Above or Down Below.
But there’s one thing problematic,
One teeny, little blight -
To see most things he wants to see,
We have to take a flight.
To get us two from here to there
We hurtle through the air,
While all around me talk and eat,
I curl up in despair.
He says we’re safe, quotes stats galore,
The balanced dance of gear.
I see a tube with flimsy wings,
That gives me naught but fear.
This time, our target’s tropical,
We'll cruise and eat and swim,
But though I will be happy there,
The problem's flying in.
I love to go to a'travelling,
And be sunstroke aware.
I’ll treasure each small moment,
The pain is getting there!
Tomorrow morning, Husby and I head out for three wonderful weeks of sea and sun. We'll talk when I get home . . .
I'll miss you!
