I tagged onto a trip my son had arranged to the Red Centre for himself, his Canadian partner, and the mother-in-law who was visiting from Canada. Chris and I had 3 seats between the two of us and I felt like writing, but there was nothing on my mind. So I just wrote 2 limericks, this one and Flying To Alice.  

Written 40000 feet over Central Australia, limericks are a good way to wile away time.