Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Fly by Murphy's Law

No flight will ever be on time,
Unless I would like the delay
To make a flight - my missings climb,
As though the plane giggles - no way.
No flight ever leaves from Gate One.
And the distance of my sought gate
Keeps increasing, making me run
The more and more that I am late.
No flight wants me to fly in peace.
The chatty, the crying baby,
The contagious and the obese.
All will be seated next to me.

Yes, Murphy's Law applies to flight
Whether tray tables are upright.