If one was a puddlejumper captain plyin' ones trade all over their Virgin Aisles,
West Indian Isles (fair dinkum those rastamen had taste, why they faked Bob's natural 'zen' )
Aviation lore was
Even in The Windies not exactly known for default slimness
Britten-Norman BN-2 Islander
that's 'certificated' to carry ten pax
however.... only up North as far as Cuba
Anywhere further up....
certificated only for eight
As 'twas even tacit-admitted by YAnkee Feds
certificators
up there, by default, all rather overweight
Anyway of no interest but what is
I know if one had Richard Bachian plied ones trade
at every county fayre the whole land
barnstormin' town to town to show off
barrel rollin all over the polluted land
200 odd million "lonely" overnight
pitstops
Not one ever would one ever be able to know if even one was
ever able to,
ave one
never mind if they'r 'avin one
for real....
But blessem poor lost last decade immo children they're colonisin'
the wrong Western Europe lands
I never met a European woman who would dream
of fakin' her one,
and i do believe the English are even more Litteratti at
PR
under the covers, of...
what i no longer know
Except deep down most of them want to be
bigfatorangeman, bought, too
