Sidney Beck Poet Couplet

Up Up and Away

UP  UP  AND  AWAY


Don’t care what you say about airplanes.
To me it’s just magic. . . . two hundred tonnes 
Of steel and sweaty passengers, waiting to be fed,
Rumbling loudly on the runway  at about a hundred 
Miles per hour : and one moment it’s on the ground
And next moment it’s up in the air  -  with no sound.
Don’t talk to me of lift and drag coefficients;
It is simply magic :  and that’s sufficient.

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Written on  9  October  2011  by Sydney Peck  for 
Russell Sivey's  Contest  " Challenge - Max 8 lines "

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Johnny Scianna October 10, 2011 at 5:58 AM Enjoyed reading it alot.

John Smith October 9, 2011 at 6:17 PM The passengers waiting to be fed rumble loudly, too; sometimes they grumble. They aren't impressed by no miracle.

Nancy Jones October 9, 2011 at 3:03 PM yiptee do, me too! inca binka bong and alakazoola bippety, too. sarcasm becomes ya did i tell ya i tried to give it up for lent one year? didn't work but i do b'lieve i'm gettin' better at not spewin' it at the unbelievibles. luck in the 'test, happiness~N