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
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.
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 )