Ode to the 77W classic

I rode in Y yesterday for the first time in a while, I had forgotten what a treat that airplane is. I had enough room to sit, and even open my laptop. Every last seat was full, and the people in the very back of the bus with me were all quite happy and content. I'm going to miss that layout.

Hold on to your Beauty

Hold on to your beauty
As long as you can
When touching the clouds
I love your nine span

To fatten you up
Is some sordid feat
I will miss the last inch
Of each tiny seat

I’m flying you now
To get in my fix
But ‘fore long I fear
I and Y won’t mix

To settle in comfort
In the 60-odd row
My trapezius thank you
Your praises I crow

The whole mood seems bright
at the back of the bus
Both Ma and Pa kettle
They smile, not cuss

My praises will end
When they’re done their game plan
So hold on to your beauty
As long as you can