Category Archives: Flying

Rex spends four hours in New Zealand, Here spreading the love, Rex receives a great big hand- Or a part thereof.

A Little Birdie…

In Wellington Rex failed to see a single welcoming banner;
Still, the peasantry hailed him in a most singular manner,
The cheering crowd he’d thought he’d seen and heard
Turned out to be jeering and giving him the bird.

Wellington is where, for Rex it began to unravel;
Tillerson got their message about sex and travel

The Nine Day misguided tour, brought to you by Trump Travel.

Flitting About.

The Saudis succumbed to Donald’s charms
Once he reached out to ’em with his arms.

On to Israel with their message ringing in his ear-
That Jerusalem Embassy is no longer a capital idea.

There he stood quietly staring at the Western wall,
The cracks therein didn’t resonate with him- at all.

Approached the Pope, hoped he’d forgive every sin;
The Lords representative didn’t know where to begin.

The NATO photo shoot pictured him as grace personified
But somehow the friends he’d made didn’t see his best side.

Then home, and he’s over his travels if not his travails,
Hoping his son-in-laws luck in Russian roulette prevails.

United Airlines in disarray. Whoever said ‘All publicity is good publicity?’ An abject lesson in getting it wrong, and all recorded, for the record.

Wing Ding.

I sat down, pulled my belt tight
And waited for the plane to alight,
As the attendant surveyed the packed aisle
A frown of concern replaced her faux smile.

It appeared there had been an oversight,
Somehow, someone had overbooked the flight
And United had to find room for four of their crew.
Does bumping off fare paying customers seem fair to you?

NOW Uniteds CEO is being most contrite,
His host of Lawyers long to put this wrong right,
One trip from Chicago, Illinois to Louisville, Kentucky
Will cost him a billion bucks and his pension- If he’s lucky.

A wing and a prayer

Wilco Tango Foxtrot.

The Boeing 757 had an unexpected diversion in Townsville,
A pleasant enough place if you’ve some spare time to kill,
And though John’s smiling sunnily, he wants to get going,
But there’s no hurrying up that old banged-up Boeing.

Once rolling down the runway John looks around the 757
And then raises his eyes up high to He who art in Heaven,
Once he touches down his will, not His, sure will be done;
No more hair-raising hi-jinks for him on Air Farce One.

(NZ Prime Minister and his delegation flying to India in an old Air Force plane
stop overnight at Townsville when the plane breaks down… The sources are reliable the 757 isn’t )