Originally Posted By: Blackard

Have to sort of finesse it in, like flying that brick. LOL

They were all flying Spads, Just like my Dads
every one painted up, in paisleys and plaids

He did it for luck, for he was flying a truck,
with wings and a prop, but designed to just drop.

They could take a good punch, but thats just a hunch
They better he said, or else hed be dead

And once more they come in
I can see that old grin

The man in the Spad,
For good or for bad.

Nice, nice shots all.

Blackard, that explains everything. Who said WOFF poetry can't be art?

"Take the cylinder out of my kidneys,
The connecting rod out of my brain, my brain,
From out of my arse take the camshaft,
And assemble the engine again."