So there we were, fighting on the deck
Me and a 109
Turning, reversing, parry and check
Everything was just fine
When out of the blue came a friendly in view
And an enemy con from the east
Now four were entangled, the lines a bit mangled
The fight now a 4-headed beast
Attempting to stick on the con I had picked
From high twelve the other one came
Flying right at us both when I had my foe licked
He fired off a burst at my plane
Through oil, blood and sparks I aimed at his head
And fired back and blew him away
On personal text came from the undead
"Nice HO you dweeb. Learn how to play."
My hands were still full with the other hun plane
Though I seem to be out-distancing
The oil pressure dropping, passing out from the pain
I awaken to see once again
Personal text: "Yeah run to your ack!"
Seems the undead are moaning at me
And in spite of the erstwhile verbal attack
I can't help a bloody smile of glee
When the undead are moaning their loudest
They may well be acting their proudest
But it comes off rather pitifully
(c) 2008 Arlo aka Guthrie
