It looked as though Polly was living the dream,
Travelling to places where most hadn't been,
But adventure and culture were lost on this girl,
As she rarely could leave the airport hotel,
Exhausted from clearing up other folk's sick,
And serving the people who thought she was thick,
And morons who'd talk through her demo and laugh,
At the end of the day, all she'd want is a bath,
So next time you're up in a coach in the sky,
And Polly's not smiling, now you know why.
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