This poem always used to sum it up for me
ODE TO A FLIGHT ATTENDANT
She wanted to walk where the gods used to dwell
To fly where the sun shines so bright
But now that she's up there her intestines swell
As she flies on and on through the night.
She wanted romance, high adventure, intrigue
To fly over the poor sods beneath
Instead she's got spots, haemmoroids and fatigue,
And she's learnt to say c**t through her teeth.
She's been screamed at by lipsticky ladies
And by burkes with an IQ of ten
She's been honked on by overfed babies
And touched up by immature men
And they can't understand why she doesn't get mad
So they prod her to find what's beneath
But she'll never tell them, she's ever so glad
That she's learnt to say c**t through her teeth.