On a Hot Tin Roof

*On a Hot Tin Roof*

She’s so uptown fly she’ont need
Aviation Classes.
She’s so smokin’ tan cool she’ont need
Couture Sunglasses…

Fit this airshow pilot with some goggles and strapped galoshes,
And Watch her Take Off.

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Her proximity to the sun helps forecast why she’s so damn hot.

We’re in the middle of a whipstall, while she’s poised both feet on a hot tin tile:

Vogue.

Travelers are moving undercover to try & spy a way to love her:

Rogue.

They’re on Her Majesty’s Secret Service.

She’s got the Built Frame of a Model Air Plane—
A Hot Rocket Too Fly for Any Terrain.

If you want to see this Stunning Observation…
First, you must get on her level.
She remains steadily in place
to halt
A Crash-Land-Falling from Grace.

She was even sure to Strap Protection on her Kitty-Kat…

Safety First.

You’ve purchased a ticket to a rousing exhibition;
Though you can’t fly with whom you can’t see,
&
Her Swag Exceeds a Thousand Degrees.
She travels alone and has already parked on the roof,
Yet we still Marvel at this Stellar Air Display.

Painted by Vincent Cacciotti