18-08-2014, 18:01
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Re: Poetry
Once wrote a poem about a frend of mine, he was in the SAS in his younger days, after he retired he did some sky diving at air shows and stuff like that, it goes a bit like this.
ALAN THE SILK WING PILOT.
Alan the silk wing pilot, they call him the hero of the clouds
With his stunts of skill and daring, he really gets em staring
Young Alan he knows how to pull the crowds
One day he's doin free fall from twenty thousand feet
His shoot didn't open, Alan thought "I'me dead"
He thought he'd pulled the rip chord but when he looked into his hand
He'd pulled the lastic from his underpants instead.
Next he did an airshow, he jumped out of the plane,
He pulled the smoke, he wrote his name, you should have seen him fly,
But everyone was laughing, young Alan wondered why,
He's dyslexic, he'd wrote anal in the sky.
Now, if muff diving's like sky diving we'd all be heroes too
But its not you'll all be hearing with relief
cause if your chute don't open then yer gonna wind up dead
But with the other you just get hairs between your teeth.
Last edited by putsinker; 18-08-2014 at 18:08.
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