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![]() Ode to an AirlineThe flight at nine-fifteen was now taking off Only a mere two hours late I missed my connection in Cincinnati at noon I was left stranded alone at the gate I told the ticket manager of all my sorrows He in turn was wearing all smiles A roach infected dive I found myself sleeping For one thousand Frequent Flyer Miles When finally arriving in beautiful San Francisco I do say I was a little bit sore Viewing the scenery at Fisherman’s Wharf My luggage was on tour in Baltimore They say the flying skies are severely overcrowded The flight schedules are just insane But the next time it’s time for me to travel You can be sure, I will be taking the train Send this Whackocard to your friends! |