Guys,
Reading through this thread has inspired me to poetry!
Here ya go...
Gunzo 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 and Dulling 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 went to Dar and saw Pooface at 9 O'clock low
“I'm the best of all pilots,” said Gunzo, “Ain't that so?”
“You're not!” snapped Pooface. “I'm better than you!”
“Pooh!” Gunzo snorted. “Again I say Pooh!
You talk mighty big, Mr Gunzo. That's true.
But how can you prove it? Just what can you DO?”
“Hmmm...” thought Gunzo,
“Now what CAN I do...?”
He thought and he thought. Then he finally said,
“Mr. Pooface, I challenge you, let's go Head to Head!
My skills are so keen and my reflexes fine,
No plane in the world can out ACM mine!”
“Humpf!” Pooface snorted, as he checked all his gear.
“You may think you are good,” Pooface said with a sneer,
“but now we shall prove it, right now and right here!”
“I'll prove it,” said Gunzo, “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 you!” he said, “You’d better be good!”
Then Pooface, for a moment, just flew straight and flat
For he knew that his Spitfire couldn't do things like that.
“This Gunzo’s a dweeb,” he thought, “he won't make a fool out of me.
Now I've got to prove that I'm better than he.”
So he said to Gunzo, “You turn pretty well.”
“Now lets see you evade these cannons from hell!”
“I'm the greatest!” Gunzo yelled, “That the world 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,
A Mustang pilot was lurking with a very keen eye.
“Ohhh Look,” said the pilot, “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 all alone.
“My Cod!” snapped the Gunzo. Pooface growled “Oh No!”
As the Mustang swooped in to catch them both slow.
Then Gunzo, who was looping, dived for the ack.
Two hits left him smoking and forced him to turn back.
Pooface was skillful, and avoided the first pass well,
but within moments they had both been killed by the Mustang from hell.
“Now, Guys,” said the Mustang driver, “you've been bragging a lot.
You both think you're good. But I think you are not.
You're not half as good as a pilot like me.
You may have some 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 Mustang 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.
There is a moral to this story that may well be true.
If you don’t stay alert his next kill may be you!
So when you fly in the arena and are overcome by the glory.
Just think back to the point of this story!
I know, I know, I'd better just stick to flying
Badboy
