Carl, crouched down, locking legs,
Stiffened and…nothing. I tried to get him on,
God willing and off the ground,
Even tried to throw him then let him fly.
Nothing worked, his hind end, more like anchors,
I couldn’t understand it, why he wouldn’t fly?
It was our calling in life to go to London,
Its the only thing I wanted to do.
All I had left to do, was get Carl boarded
Get on that plane, Don’t worry,
I will be on the American Airlines
They overbooked again, and your on this one.
With a BMW rental waiting. first class,
Don’t look so confused and pathetic, Carl
Now get on, I’ll meet you there,