THE INSIDE OF THE 'STEW'S' HEAD SEEMED TO ROCK TO AND FRO!
ANOTHER LATE NIGHT PARTY AT CLUB BOSCO,
LEFT HER FEELING UNLIKE A DEEP THOREAU,
MORE LIKE A SPLATTERED VAN GOGH!
WHY WAS CAPTAIN REED CALLING SO EARLY - NOT TO JUST SAY HELLO?
THE AIRLINE PRESIDENT HIMSELF WOULD NOT TAKE A NO!
WITH THIS VIP CHARTER FLIGHT HIS EGO DID OVERFLOW!
ALL ELSE SHE HAD TO FOREGO!
THIS FLIGHT HE WOULD TOUT OVER HIS BIGGER BUSINESS FOE!
HIS FAME AND FORTUNE IN 1964 WOULD ONLY GROW!
HIS COMPETITORS WOULD BE IN A STATE OF WOE!
NOT ANOTHER OBNOXIOUS GOLF PRO.
NOT ANOTHER DRUNKEN GROUP FOR A LAS VEGAS FLOOR SHOW.
NOT ANOTHER SLEAZY POLITICAN TO ENDLESSLY CROW.
CAPTAIN REED PROMISED HE WOULD NEVER AGAIN STOOP SO LOW!
HIS NEXT WORDS CAUSED HER TO REACT LIKE THE ELECTRA'S TURBO!
DRESSED IN MINUTES AND OUT THE ARDMORE APARTMENT DOOR BELOW!
QUICKLY BOARDING THE AFA ELECTRA WITH HER BAGS IN TOW!
THERE SITTING IN A ROW, WITH FRESH FACES AGLOW,
WERE JOHN, PAUL, GEORGE, AND RINGO!