Carol Moore. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

Carol Moore.



(B.A. Stewardess on tonight’s flight to Napoli from Gatwick) .

When I stepped on the plane, I went to my seat
Then told I’d be moved, it was all very discreet,
I cannot reveal the words we exchanged
But what I can say is my seat No changed.

The chief stewardess was so pleasant, polite
Her diligence sparkled, her awareness so bright,
I was treated with kindness and shown respect
Her etiquette perfect in every aspect.

The sweetest of aircrew I’ve ever met
On BA and others, I include Easyjet.
Her manner so warm, I felt so assured
The lady in question is one Carol Moore.

She ghosts in and out, you don’t know she’s there
But is always on hand should you need any care,
She serves with a smile and so genuine too –
So here’s to you Carol, this toast is to you.

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