Here I sit broke and battered
My plane of choice is torn and tattered
I upped a spit to save the day
and got called a spit dweeb
for upping that way
I engaged 4 cons above the field
they twisted and turned and refused to yield
I shot down three but before I knew it
the fourth was on my six, I think I blew it
I cried in vain "wheres the help?"
I began to split S and continued to yelp
My plaintive cries brought no friends
so I guess I"ll just have to up again...........
EZRhino 2012