Poor Service Poem by George Hunter

As I was flying through the air
My Flight Attendant was so fair.
I politely asked her for a drink
She said, 'What do you think
That I've nothing better to do
Than wait on the likes of you? '
I said, 'Oh my, Oh my, Oh my
So much for 'Flying the Friendly Sky'
I asked another if she could help me out
And before I could even shout
She open a hatch and pushed me out!
I thought, 'This skydiving ain't what it's cracked up to be'
As I plunged headlong down towards the sea.
Some people just don't give a hoot
At least they could have furnished a parachute.
Just before I hit I let out a scream
And woke up from a sweaty dream.
Rescued from all that pain and strain
Next time I dream I'll take the train,