bookywooky
9th Dec 2007, 15:46
I hope that this will work this time, a NOTAM concerning the pilot who flies but once a year. But the CAA seem to have turned poetic in their old age.
Special thanks for the wait to TheOddOne, ShyTorque, Onetrack, DX Wombat and Llanfairpg.
:D
I just hope that I'm not using too much text here?
The Christmas Pilot
T’was the night before Christmas, the airfield’s frail light,
Showed nothing stirred, not even a microlight.
The engines were silent, the propellers so stilled,
The frost settled on planes, the night turned so chilled.
The NOTAM was issued, all flights were grounded,
The silence so hushed, the ears it astounded.
The sky must be empty, they must clear the way,
For St Nicholas, reindeer, the toys in the sleigh.
The red cloak billowed under the wind’s duress,
Goggled eyes fixed on his trusty GPS.
So many waypoints to enter, all the routes,
Tucked into the pockets of his big red suit.
He concentrated keenly on the task to hand,
Else be overtaken by time’s shifting sand.
His task temporarily quelling his mirth,
A flight plan designed that encircled the earth.
So many houses, all those chimney’s and toys,
Millions of children, the sleeping girls and boys.
Each written a note asking for this, for that,
His brain in turmoil under bobbly red hat.
A Jet Stream assisted his flight through the air,
The sleigh never wavering, his course set fair.
Up in the clouds, just impossible to see,
His progress checked by the North Pole A.T.C.
He chased the dawn as he dashed around the World,
Then the final part of his journey unfurled.
Then he saw the North Pole again, and his home,
And spoke to the tower on his microphone
‘I’ve encircled the globe; it’s all gone as planned,
I’m joining ‘Downwind’ to make ready to land.
Undercarriage is down, all my checks are done’,
A.T.C. responded – ‘You are number one!’
Special thanks for the wait to TheOddOne, ShyTorque, Onetrack, DX Wombat and Llanfairpg.
:D
I just hope that I'm not using too much text here?
The Christmas Pilot
T’was the night before Christmas, the airfield’s frail light,
Showed nothing stirred, not even a microlight.
The engines were silent, the propellers so stilled,
The frost settled on planes, the night turned so chilled.
The NOTAM was issued, all flights were grounded,
The silence so hushed, the ears it astounded.
The sky must be empty, they must clear the way,
For St Nicholas, reindeer, the toys in the sleigh.
The red cloak billowed under the wind’s duress,
Goggled eyes fixed on his trusty GPS.
So many waypoints to enter, all the routes,
Tucked into the pockets of his big red suit.
He concentrated keenly on the task to hand,
Else be overtaken by time’s shifting sand.
His task temporarily quelling his mirth,
A flight plan designed that encircled the earth.
So many houses, all those chimney’s and toys,
Millions of children, the sleeping girls and boys.
Each written a note asking for this, for that,
His brain in turmoil under bobbly red hat.
A Jet Stream assisted his flight through the air,
The sleigh never wavering, his course set fair.
Up in the clouds, just impossible to see,
His progress checked by the North Pole A.T.C.
He chased the dawn as he dashed around the World,
Then the final part of his journey unfurled.
Then he saw the North Pole again, and his home,
And spoke to the tower on his microphone
‘I’ve encircled the globe; it’s all gone as planned,
I’m joining ‘Downwind’ to make ready to land.
Undercarriage is down, all my checks are done’,
A.T.C. responded – ‘You are number one!’