The Pig’s wig had become unstuck
As it started to flap around in the breeze.
The Duck was hunting for something to ****
And was trying his best not to sneeze.
They had found their flight and stood in a queue
Clutching their passports quite tight
They watched their suitcases whizz through
As the Stewardess wished them both a good flight.
The Pig told the Duck that he would be okay
He told him to relax and think of the sea.
He said he would find a nice cafe
And then pop over to the Duty Free.
The Pig undid his tight shoelace
And asked the Duck if he would take a look.
He knew his trotters were a disgrace
And became embarrassed in front of the Duck.
Aboard the ‘plane they were ready to become airborne
The Duck nervously clutched at his tissue
The Pig’s ears had popped and he was trying to yawn
But the Duck was examining the air crew.
In a short time they started to descend
The Duck reached for the pig’s hand
The Pig comforted his dear old friend
As the pilot prepared to land.