An Ode to Southwest
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
Well, I don’t feel like counting,
but I WILL tell you why I’m so amazed.
Your flight attendants are as sweet
as peach sorbet on a summer’s day.
And your bathrooms smell like a spring garden,
instead of a stall in a public place.
What IS that? AirWick, Febreeze, Arm & Hammer, or Glade?
Or do you just bottle your staff’s personalities, shake ‘em around, and spray?
I swear I’ve never known a love like this before.
I hate to leave the airlines I once loved,
but you offer so much more.
My tummy has a funny feeling-
Some call it butterflies.
Well, it must be love
because there was zero turbulence
when I rode you in the skies.
Clearly, I don’t mind wearing my emotions on my sleeve.
I just hope that I can be as good to you
as you have been to me.
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