To the tune of Hava Nagila:
We missed our flight
Oh what a fright
Tantrum despite
Not allowed on board
We missed our flight
Oh what a sight
Nostrils were flaring
Still not allowed on board
We hit the Zegna store
But it was just a bore
Tried our luck at Etro way
Really nothing more
But now we're in first class
Not such a pain in ass
Heineken in a mug
Espresso in a tasse
Boo hoo
Boo hoo Marky
Missed our flight
And had a tantrum
Got a zit
Applied some Bactrum
Missed our flight
But now are happy
Beer, espresso
And a nappy [as in nap]
On to Prague
On to Prague
Czech Republic here we come.
(Feel free to compose more verses in the comments. The above was composed in the air on the way to Paris where we connect to Prague departing at 6:15 (instead of the earlier one that left at 3:45). If there is a coup en route and we end up imprisoned under martial law (adventure #4), I will advise. But I think we've had our three mishaps and now are done.)
By the way, from the air the approach to Paris looks as flat as Saskatchewan, at least after Tuscany.
All's well that ends well.
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