The couple stood,
him a gruff man,
she with her layered,
read-long suntan:
There holding up all,
at the boarding gate,
demanding to stand,
and to debate
their low place stood
in the boarding queue:
We paid for priority,
that’s what we do!
I swayed behind him,
on my wobbling body,
his complaints were valid,
but manners quite shoddy.
On the return flight,
we watched with a smile,
them embark from the front
jumped to first in line:
Paid for Priority,
they marched to the gate,
and EasyJet profited,
from their not wanting to wait.