We had an internal flight on a YAK 42 - the original white knuckle airline.
Praise to the Yak!
A yak is hairy, a yak is strong,
But a yak cannot fly for very long.
When a plane’s called a Yak, one wonders why
But who would have thought a jumbo could fly?
The Yak is a tribute to minimum specs,
The seats were all broken, the table’s Laminex.
The engines were rusty, in need of a fix
The hostess bit the heads of day old chicks.
The Yak is a plane, extremely Russian,
What it lacks in finesse, it makes up in percussion.
But everything worked or, at least, didn’t fail
And I lived to pass on the tale.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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Praise to the Yak!
A yak is hairy, a yak is strong,
But a yak cannot fly for very long.
When a plane’s called a Yak, one wonders why
But who would have thought a jumbo could fly?
The Yak is a tribute to minimum specs,
The seats were all broken, the table’s Laminex.
The engines were rusty, in need of a fix
The hostess bit the heads of day old chicks.
The Yak is a plane, extremely Russian,
What it lacks in finesse, it makes up in percussion.
But everything worked or, at least, didn’t fail
And I lived to pass on the tale.
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© J Cosmo Newbery
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Sounds like the elephant's graveyard of aviation. Scary.
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ReplyDeleteVery clever poem and I'm pleased that you survived to tell the tale.
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Great poem; glad there isn't any more to the story though!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm slow to comment because I'm traveling in the US - the internet-free portion of the US!