A Poem For fly chicaga

Grumpy01

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A poem for Fly Chicaga [not in actuallaty of course] But it fits.


By
Ken Murray



The Co-Pilot

I am the co-pilot I sit on the right,
Its up to me to be quick and bright.
I never talk back,for I have regrets,
But I have to remember what the Captain forgets.

I make out the flight plans and study the weather,
Pull up the gear and stand by to feather,
Check the tanks and do the reporting,
And fly the old crate while the captain is courting.

I call for my Captain and buy him cokes,
I always laugh at his corny jokes,
And once in a while when his landings are rusty,
I always come through with By gosh,its gusty.

All in all,Im a general stooge
As I sit on the right of the man I call Scrooge.
I guess you think that it is past understanding
But maybe some day he will give me a landing.
 

tripleseven

Well-Known Member
That's really good! I like "And once in a while when his landings are rusty, I always come through with By gosh,its gusty." Good job!
 

Ophir

Well-Known Member
with my pinky finger raised to my lips maybe we can steealll his mojo then.

Mooohhhaaa Moohhaaa Moohhaaaaha.
 

rausda27

Well-Known Member
We could steal his mojo and hold the world hostage for two first officer positions....great plan you evil genius...
 
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