‘Twas the night before I be traveling,
When all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even a spouse.
I start to think of distance that would be far,
But before I finish packing,
I read on my phone,
With iron rods they have been whacking,
For screaming and shouting,
Working conditions are not up to par!
My dinner before,
Something I would be having no more,
Corona and chorizo,
A meal that would fill four
So with fried sausage lining my stomach,
And stories of violence giving me something to munch on,
I turn off the lights,
Up to my bed,
One more sleep,
Before I take to the air.