They Don't Call Me "Poet & I Don't Even Know It" for Nothing

Flight of the Chitlin

We were getting ready to get on the plane

Of course Mommy was going a little insane

It was the first flight we would take without the Mr.

We were going to visit my Mother, Father, and Sister

We went to the Airport and it was time to board

My anxiety worsened, my stomach soared

Southwest and their "No assigned seating"

I looked for a friendly face, a smile, a greeting

We saw another Mother alone with her Cub

I knew we would be safe and that she would not snub
So we sat ourselves down and prepared for the flight

I put on my seatbelt and held the Chitlin tight

Before we knew it we were up in the air

"Your baby is so good...that's very rare"

The other Mother complimented the Chitlin's behavior

I thought, "Thank God, my Lord, and Savior

We were almost there and we prepared to be finally on the ground

Then something happened, something deadly without sound

Everyone looked at each other thinking, "What is that smell?"

The Chitlin had tooted...and I sat there silently in hell