I read one of those funny stories posted on Facebook earlier I have tried to rewrite it as a poem. Hope this allowed.  

 

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.
As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that "Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super."
On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic-looking woman hadn't moved a muscle. "Perhaps you didn't hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground."
She calmly turned her head and said, "In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one."
To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, "Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you.
Tray-up, Bitch."

 

My recent flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant
He seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served our refreshments 

As the plane prepared to descend he came swishing down the aisle so courtly 
He said "Captain Marvey asked me to announce that he'll be landing the big scary plane shortly”

“So lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be rather grand”
He noticed this well-dressed woman hadn’t done as asked.....did she not understand?

“Did you hear me over those big brute engines? I asked you to raise your trazy-poo
So the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground, it’s what everyone must do”

She calmly turned her head and said, “in my country, I am called a Princess
I take orders from no one, you may address me as your Royal Highness”

I swear I heard the flight attendant make a curt reply in his sharpest pitch 
“Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I'm called a Queen, so I outrank you, tray-up bitch”