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Giligan · 09-07-2006, 08:02 AM

^ Composed the following little ditty:

Beside a belgian 'staminet, when the smoke had cleared
away
Beneath a busted Camel, it's former pilot lay
His throat was cut by bracing wires, the tank had
hit his head,
And coughing a shower of dental work, these parting words
he said:

Oh, I'm going to a better land, they binge there every
night
The cocktails grow on bushes, so everyone stays tight,
They've torn up all the calenders, they've busted all the
clocks,
And little drops of whiskey come trickling down the rocks.

The pilot breathed these last few gasps before he passed
away:
I'll tell you how it happened, my flippers didn't stay,
The motor wouldn't hit at all, the struts were far too
few
A shot went through the petrol tank and let it all leak
through.

Oh, I'm going to a better land, where motors always run
Where the eggnog grows on eggplant, and pilots
grow a bun
They've got no sops, they've got no spads, they've got no
DH-4's,
And the little frosted juleps are served at all the stores.

09-07-2006, 08:02 AM	#4553
Giligan The Greater Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Kentucky Posts: 6,541	^ Composed the following little ditty: Beside a belgian 'staminet, when the smoke had cleared away Beneath a busted Camel, it's former pilot lay His throat was cut by bracing wires, the tank had hit his head, And coughing a shower of dental work, these parting words he said: Oh, I'm going to a better land, they binge there every night The cocktails grow on bushes, so everyone stays tight, They've torn up all the calenders, they've busted all the clocks, And little drops of whiskey come trickling down the rocks. The pilot breathed these last few gasps before he passed away: I'll tell you how it happened, my flippers didn't stay, The motor wouldn't hit at all, the struts were far too few A shot went through the petrol tank and let it all leak through. Oh, I'm going to a better land, where motors always run Where the eggnog grows on eggplant, and pilots grow a bun They've got no sops, they've got no spads, they've got no DH-4's, And the little frosted juleps are served at all the stores. __________________ Success is going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm. -Cliff Bleszinski Last edited by Giligan; 09-07-2006 at 08:15 AM.