The Air Traffic Controller Loses It
The Air Traffic Controller Loses It
By Elton Camp
In a job where there's lots of stress
It is all too easy to create a mess
Bob was so exhausted he flipped out
And forgot what his job was all about
He sent the same message to every plane
No longer on the ground need you remain
Every single plane waiting out there
Immediately soared up into the air
But that didn't work any too well
And the pilots in anger did yell
However, the airport was clear in a snap
The tired Air Traffic Controller took a nap
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
