Hey, I like that, here is something I did a while ago.
Ode to Newbie & Dweeb
The Dweeb felt mighty important that day
Flying so high in the clouds during play.
He felt so important up there in the blue
That he started in bragging, as Dweebs often do.
And he boasted out loud, as he threw out his chest,
"Of all of the pilots in the arena, I am the best!
In the main arena while up in the sky
No pilot lives who flies better than I!"
"What's that?" growled a voice that was terribly gruff.
"Now why do you say such ridiculous stuff?"
He checked on the radar and saw a Newbie at 9 O'Clock low
"I'm best of the pilots," said the Newbie. "Ain't that so?"
"You're not!" snapped the Dweeb. "I'm better than you!"
"Pooh!" the Newbie snorted. "Again I say Pooh!
You talk mighty big, Mr Dweeb. That's true.
But how can you prove it? Just what can you DO?"
"Hmmmm..." thought the Dweeb,
"Now what CAN I do...?"
He thought and he thought. Then he finally said,
"Mr. Newbie, I challenge you, let's go Head to Head!
My skills are so keen and my reflexes fine,
No Newbie in the world can out ACM mine!"
"Humpf!" the Newbie grunted, as he checked all his gear.
"You say you are good," said the Newbie with a sneer,
"so now we shall prove it right now and right here!"
"I'll prove it," said the Dweeb, "my skills are the best.
Be prepared to hit the silk, because I'll prove it by test."
Then he pulled back the stick until his nose came up high,
and pointed straight up at the blue of the sky.
He pushed the throttle open as wide as he could.
"I'm gonna toast your butt!" he said, "You’d better be good!"
The Newbie, for a moment, just flew straight and flat
For he knew that his Zeke couldn't do things like that.
"This Dweeb," he thought, "won't make a fool out of me.
Now I've got to prove that I'm better than he."
So he said to the Dweeb, "You turn pretty well.
"Now lets see you evade these cannons from hell!"
"I'm the greatest!” the Dweeb yelled, “The Aces High community has seen.”
"When I've dealt with your cannons I'll wipe your clock clean!".
Now off in the distance way up in the sky,
An Ace pilot was lurking with a very keen eye.
"Ohhh Look," said the Ace "what's this I can see?
A very nice snack to have for my tea."
The dogfighting pilots, lost in a fight of their own.
Suspected nothing and thought they were alone.
"My God!" snapped the Newbie. The Dweeb growled "Oh No!"
As the Ace swooped in to catch them both slow.
The Dweeb who was looping dived for the ack.
Two hits left him smoking and forced him to turn back.
The Newbie was lucky, and that saved his face,
but within moments they had both fallen under the guns of the Ace!
"Now, Boys," said the Ace, "you've been bragging a lot.
You both think you are great. But I think you are not.
You're not half as good as a pilot like me.
You may have good BFM skills, but how well did you SEE?
Situational awareness should be taken as read!
You guys didn't know that and ended up dead."
Then he pushed on the stick, rolled his P-38L to one side
And he opened the throttle... he opened it wide.
And he looked far away with a strange sort of stare.
For he was king of the sky and master of the air.
In passing I will suggest a moral that's true.
Poor Newbie and Dweeb with nothing better to do,
than fly there and argue who is better than who.
Were but for chance, any one of you.
So....
When we're flying in the arena and overcome by the glory.
Let's all think back to the point of this story!
Leon “Badboy” Smith
