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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 3:59 pm
The Flight Before Christmas
'Twas an hour past take-off, and all o'er the sky,
Not an aircraft was flying, you wanna know why?
The Squadron was able and full of stout heart,
But things hadn't gone well, 'twas our third re-start.
The AI were warmed up, all set to scatter,
With narry a care, nor a mind for that matter.
And Genosse as Lead and I Number Two,
He fretted this moment and I had no clue.
When behind us a blast and something did burn,
Airway had nodded off and rolled off the stern.
"Go on without me lads, you must reach your goal!"
So Genosse said, "sorry", and started his roll.
The seagulls all soared high, just wonderous things,
But Frank went straight down on retracted wings.
He uttered no curses, that man he had class,
'Course it's hard to cry out with a ship up your ass.
And next it was my turn, my brow drenched in sweat,
I threw forth the throttle, my shorts they turned wet.
More rapid than eagles the bridge it flew by,
somehow it had happened, I was up in the sky.
"Now, Noter! now Macca! now Mikester! and Blue,
If Falcon can make it, then sure you can too!"
From the front of the line to the back of the deck,
"Bugger orf!", "lucky bass'ard!", "oh, what dah feck!"
But engines revved up and black smoke filled the air,
The Irish refocused, they all had a pair.
But Three was ol' Moe who's flight quickly ended,
You can't keep it up if your flaps aren't extended.
And then went the Dutchman, straight into the pool,
He ran out of deck with max bombs and full fuel.
And COM went off left and Ghost hit the tower,
This wasn't turning out to be our finest hour.
Good Pike made it up o'er the water so blue,
But confused, pressed CTRL-E, "oh shut up all youuuu!"
And Helo had forgot' which key did the chocks,
And all had lost Sneaky, left back at the docks.
Armitage did donuts and spun off the side,
While Cider nosed over and pranged up his ride.
Now Igor took off fine, "hurrah!", we all cried
But then he went "poof!" when his connection died.
Next Icefrog rammed Gadje and Fenian too,
And Scott went a-panic and shot up Snaphoo.
Then Gurberly said, "ta", late for his pub quiz,
And Nellip chose now to go off for a whiz.
Napier was trapped behind piles of debris,
McBiggles ran off to play CoD3.
Tactical just sat there, head hung in disgrace,
And Ardmore blinked out to re-spawn at a base.
Then Moog got his bomb key confused with his flap,
And took out poor NightCat and Zekeman and Sap.
And Deathsledge got lost in the smoke all alone,
While Murph had to get up and answer his phone.
RULES and Rabitsky left knowing all was undone,
And Willie spun 'round and shot Altarboy for fun.
I called out to all as I sadly flew past,
"Happy Christmas to all and to all" *CRASH!!!* "... damn mast!"
~~~
My apologies to the following :FI: folk who were not mentioned in this poem:
2step
Airhawk14
Baderslegs
Badger
Dex
Dr. Strangelove
Ege
Finbar1
Flynn
Gurkesaft
L.F.
Mefisto
MikeVictor
Salahdin
Skipper
Snoop Baron
Stovies
Thawk
Wee_Eejit
~~~
Deuce
Greeny
Phoenix9
and apologies to the many more fine lads not mentioned in the "not mentioned" list who have helped make the Fightin' Irish so grand,
and further apologies to those members who were in this poem, but would rather not have been.
~~~
Those who were responsible for this poem have been sacked.
happy holidays y'all!
Falcon
'Twas an hour past take-off, and all o'er the sky,
Not an aircraft was flying, you wanna know why?
The Squadron was able and full of stout heart,
But things hadn't gone well, 'twas our third re-start.
The AI were warmed up, all set to scatter,
With narry a care, nor a mind for that matter.
And Genosse as Lead and I Number Two,
He fretted this moment and I had no clue.
When behind us a blast and something did burn,
Airway had nodded off and rolled off the stern.
"Go on without me lads, you must reach your goal!"
So Genosse said, "sorry", and started his roll.
The seagulls all soared high, just wonderous things,
But Frank went straight down on retracted wings.
He uttered no curses, that man he had class,
'Course it's hard to cry out with a ship up your ass.
And next it was my turn, my brow drenched in sweat,
I threw forth the throttle, my shorts they turned wet.
More rapid than eagles the bridge it flew by,
somehow it had happened, I was up in the sky.
"Now, Noter! now Macca! now Mikester! and Blue,
If Falcon can make it, then sure you can too!"
From the front of the line to the back of the deck,
"Bugger orf!", "lucky bass'ard!", "oh, what dah feck!"
But engines revved up and black smoke filled the air,
The Irish refocused, they all had a pair.
But Three was ol' Moe who's flight quickly ended,
You can't keep it up if your flaps aren't extended.
And then went the Dutchman, straight into the pool,
He ran out of deck with max bombs and full fuel.
And COM went off left and Ghost hit the tower,
This wasn't turning out to be our finest hour.
Good Pike made it up o'er the water so blue,
But confused, pressed CTRL-E, "oh shut up all youuuu!"
And Helo had forgot' which key did the chocks,
And all had lost Sneaky, left back at the docks.
Armitage did donuts and spun off the side,
While Cider nosed over and pranged up his ride.
Now Igor took off fine, "hurrah!", we all cried
But then he went "poof!" when his connection died.
Next Icefrog rammed Gadje and Fenian too,
And Scott went a-panic and shot up Snaphoo.
Then Gurberly said, "ta", late for his pub quiz,
And Nellip chose now to go off for a whiz.
Napier was trapped behind piles of debris,
McBiggles ran off to play CoD3.
Tactical just sat there, head hung in disgrace,
And Ardmore blinked out to re-spawn at a base.
Then Moog got his bomb key confused with his flap,
And took out poor NightCat and Zekeman and Sap.
And Deathsledge got lost in the smoke all alone,
While Murph had to get up and answer his phone.
RULES and Rabitsky left knowing all was undone,
And Willie spun 'round and shot Altarboy for fun.
I called out to all as I sadly flew past,
"Happy Christmas to all and to all" *CRASH!!!* "... damn mast!"
~~~
My apologies to the following :FI: folk who were not mentioned in this poem:
2step
Airhawk14
Baderslegs
Badger
Dex
Dr. Strangelove
Ege
Finbar1
Flynn
Gurkesaft
L.F.
Mefisto
MikeVictor
Salahdin
Skipper
Snoop Baron
Stovies
Thawk
Wee_Eejit
~~~
Deuce
Greeny
Phoenix9
and apologies to the many more fine lads not mentioned in the "not mentioned" list who have helped make the Fightin' Irish so grand,
and further apologies to those members who were in this poem, but would rather not have been.
~~~
Those who were responsible for this poem have been sacked.
happy holidays y'all!
Falcon
) :* :P
He did that sober? 
FFS!!
