In this story that keeps running in the absense of facts or apologies from the T C--T camp, I have tried to lighten the mood by composing an appropriate limerick and poem that summarise the plot:
Let’s start with a fantastic story
You see, from the start she wanted glory
In fooling the Royals, press
Navy, and noblesse
Gritsch’s vanishing act was mandatory!
The truth was highly contorted
Artifice was crushed and distorted,
Refuting what solo really meant
Trace’s honour appears totally spent.
Last edited by pilotmike; 26th Sep 2016 at 18:54.