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« Reply #2 on: December 10, 2014, 01:19:09 PM » |
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Twas the fun fly before Christmas when all through the flying field not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The fog was hanging around without any care. Eight pilots signed up to compete in three different events. At ten o'clock I whistled and called them by name. Now John Reade, now Drew Kohlmann! On Jacob McDonald, on Paul Gibson! Now Paul Kohlmann, now Jon Stychno! On George Leap, on Dave Lovitt! With jittery nerves and sweat in their palms, they lined up their planes to begin the wingless pylon race. After the debris settled it became clear, the only one left was the plane they all feared. With his three bladed propeller, and nose brake a glow. There stood Dave Lovitt with his Ugly Stick in tow.
Then in a twinkling, I heard the sounds of contestants strategizing how best to play golf. As I drew in my head, and was turning around. Out of the fog appeared John Reade's red sled! With the tall-n-skinny driver at the controls. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but John's golf ball twenty eight feet near the whole!
I knew in a moment it must be time for All-Up-Last-Down. More rapid than eagles the pilots took off. But wait George Leap yelled I can't get my plane up! With tears in his eyes Paul Kohlmann's plane augured in, he hung his head low, and muttered there she goes. In the end with his eyes a twinkling, his dimples how merry. His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow. With twenty six bucks in hand there again was Dave Lovitt. The winner! He spoke not a word, but went straight to his car. As he filled his pockets with his winnnings. He layed a finger aside of his nose, and giving a nod, up the 101 he went! But I heard him exclaim as he dove away Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
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