Ode To Comair
The very last time I flew on plane,
I'm sure it was Comair and it was insane.
The stewardess looked like she'd do it for Five
and not really sure if she was even alive.
She winked at me and made me nervous.
I don't do chicks who are cadaverous.
When I sat in my seat on the Airplane-Comair,
(sounds french, doesn't it?)
I was greeted by frangrance of moist pubic hair.
This is the norm when you fly with this feeder,
Now I must spray for the crabs, nits and skeeters.
The very last time I flew on plane,
I'm sure it was Comair and it was insane.
The stewardess looked like she'd do it for Five
and not really sure if she was even alive.
She winked at me and made me nervous.
I don't do chicks who are cadaverous.
When I sat in my seat on the Airplane-Comair,
(sounds french, doesn't it?)
I was greeted by frangrance of moist pubic hair.
This is the norm when you fly with this feeder,
Now I must spray for the crabs, nits and skeeters.
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