Thursday, July 29, 2010

CCII- Praise to the Yak.


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.

© J Cosmo Newbery
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  1. Sounds like the elephant's graveyard of aviation. Scary.

  2. Very clever poem and I'm pleased that you survived to tell the tale.
    xoxo ♡

  3. Great poem; glad there isn't any more to the story though!

    Oh, I'm slow to comment because I'm traveling in the US - the internet-free portion of the US!


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