AIRLINE FOOD

I’m flying through the sky
When I see the meal cart
With one of hang-ups
At last I’ll now part.

I’ve always spurned airline food before
And upon each landing would walk out their door
With a stomach that growled and longed for good food
As I strutted off empty in my arrogant mood.

Always salami or baloney
T V dinners at best
Their stale dry sandwiches
Were my stomach’s worst test.

They dare to offend me
With their pitiful try
A stale crust of bread
Is not why I fly.

But I’ve been flying three weeks now
Chasing a hot deal
My standards have flown
And I’d take a cold meal.

Seems I’m finally so hungry
I could eat a raw cow.
I’d have catered a meal
If only I’d known how.

On this morning’s flight
My partner ate her stale bun
I sneered at the meal
But declined making fun.

It’s twelve hours later
After meetings and fight
With no time for a meal
Not so much as a bite.

The hot meal cart
Just moved past my seat
The aromas flow past
I can’t wait to eat.

Tear the foil off
And I’ll fall at your feet.
I give up! I’m starving!
Airline food I’ll now eat!
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