First Lady forgot her Pule Cheese
Hey Pilot, turn the plane she says!
The aviation kerosene is nothing
Because my cheese is everything!

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The First Lady, who is a lavish spender and accused of graft and corruption in her country, left her very expensive cheese so she ordered the pilot to turn the plane around to get her cheese left in the fridge.