Dorothy Jane
Fell out of a plane
Though the reasons are still far from clear.
She was heard to complain
And complain and complain
Though of what I have just no idea.

Dorothy Jane
Would complain and complain
About everything under the sun.
She'd complain and complain
And complain and complain
She thought that complaining was fun.

"My seatbelt's too tight
I don't want my light!
I hate mayonnaise on my eggs!
I don't like this flight!
The sun is too bright!
And why have I only two legs?"

Dorothy Jane
I'm afraid, was a pain
In the neck, in the side, in the head.
She'd complain and complain
And complain and complain
Until most people wished she were dead.

"I'm not feeling well!
What is that smell?
Why are we flying so low?
Why've you opened the door?
What's this hole in the floor?
The emergency exit? Uh-oh!"

Dorothy Jane
Fell out of a plane
Though the reasons are still far from clear
She was wont to complain
And complain and complain
Though she recently hasn't, I hear.

(With respect to Terry Jones, who apparently thought that murdering the irritating, along with auto-cannibalism, living in shit, naked cowboys and being dissolved by your own bodily fluids were suitable subjects for a children's poetry book, and was correct.)
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Tue 7 Sep 2010, 22:29, 3 replies)

This
would be a great fit for the image challenge.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 9:40, closed)

It would.
Unfortunately there are three strikes against it.

1)I don't have any GIF software, so it would be an incredibly long TOAP
2)I didn't make it up. One of the Pythons did, in Curse of the Vampire's Socks.
3)I am lazy.
(Falstaff's Spiritual Successor, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 9:52, closed)

Lazy
beats regurge and poverty any day. I have an gold medal in lazy and a silver in piking, but I couldn't be bothered to turn up for the ceremony.
(boozehound is drinking your bar dry, Wed 8 Sep 2010, 10:20, closed)