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Flying Sub Driver by LaJuan
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| Another humorous tale in poetic form by LaJuan. |
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| Ski is below deck consumed with guilt. |
| He crashed the flying sub; it's covered with silt. |
| The Captain was teaching him how to fly. |
| Ski mixed up the controls; they were off with a cry. |
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| With a sideways tilt and a loop to loop, |
| The flying sub quickly left her coop. |
| Fast she went up as far as we could see |
| And when she swooped down, we shouted with glee. |
| She did a sideways roll like a carnival ride. |
| So expertly executed, we swelled with pride. |
| The Admiral muttered, "Back to the drawing board," |
| As in the sky, the flying sub wheeled and soared. |
| She staggered midair, like a drunk taking a sip, |
| Recovered and headed down to take a dip. |
| We raced inside to the observation windows |
| And pressed our faces while standing on tiptoes. |
| She continued her antics for all to see, |
| Scaring away all fish, including guppies. |
| By now, I admit, we were truly amazed |
| Of Ski's abilities as we stretched and gazed. |
| The Admiral came up with sketchpad and pen, |
| Stood watching with us and rubbed his chin. |
| "She needs a modification on her fin." |
| Suddenly she disappeared; we stared where she'd been. |
| Morton changed the angle of the forward lens |
| And we found her again, buried up to her fins. |
| Two divers were coming, one yellow, one black, |
| Supporting each other at they swam back. |
| We went to the missile room to welcome them back, |
| But first called Doc to bring his first aid pack. |
| Waiting for "All Clear," we helped them out |
| And observed that Ski was in a pout. |
| Captain Crane was in pain from his injured arm |
| And was ready to ship Ski off to the farm. |
| The Admiral stood aside and just smiled. |
| He was making plans to get her fins tiled. |
| Sent to his quarters to think about his driving, |
| Ski missed out on the flying sub salvaging. |
| There was no damage as far as we could see |
| Unless one counts the Captain's pride and body. |
| "With one change, the lessons will continue, I declare," |
| As the Admiral waved his pen in the air. |
| "You, Captain Crane, will take the conn |
| And Commander Morton will keep his seat belt on." |
| Ski has been notified of the changing guard. |
| Passing Morton's exam was going to be hard. |
| He's an exacting man, our current XO. |
| He has no problem stepping on our toe. |
| Sweating buckets of water on the day of the test. |
| We wish Ski well and tell him he's the best. |
| He walks away like a man about to die |
| And comes back smiling with his head held high. |
| When he comes back down, he starts to mutter |
| Realizing now he no longer can putter. |
| "Might as well start charging a fiver, |
| As I'm now the Admiral's taxi cab driver." |
| We laugh as we hear his many complaints. |
| We pray each night to our many Saints. |
| Someday we'll progress from being a diver |
| And be promoted to being a flying sub driver. |
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| 2006 |
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