A puff of blush on her cheek
A dash of red on her lips
She looks at you and smiles within
Her job mandates to stay thin
She walks the aisle with a pout
She serves all from tall to stout
Up above in the soaring blue
Her nails and lashes hold a firm glue
She looks at me as I type this
We play a game of hit and miss
Now below I see the golden sand
The captain announces its time to land.
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