The Unwinged Ones
(by Ogden Nash)
I don't travel on planes.
I travel on trains.
Once in a while, on trains,
I see people who travel on planes.
Every once in a while I'm surrounded
By people whose planes have been grounded
They feel that they have to explain
How they happen to be on a train.

They grumble and fume about how
They'd have been in Miami by now,
By the time that they're passing through Rahway
They should be in Havana or Norway,
And they strongly imply that perhaps,
Since they're late, the world will collapse.

Sometimes on the train I'm surrounded
By people whose planes have been grounded.
That' the trouble with trains:
When it fogs, when it smogs, when it rains,
You get people from planes.