Have a Messy Chrimble Noble FI
Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 3:13 pm
Dear All, incase I don't get a chance, have a Messy one (cake, Guinness etc.) and to your honour I've penciled a humble Christmas ditty. (Please excuse the mistakes, its a bit rushed. I'll correct them later)
T'was the Night Before Christmas.... (FI version)
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the hangar
Not a propeller was turning, not even a spanner;
The Guinness was lined on the bar with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The FI were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of targets danced in their heads;
And Gadje in his goggles, and Scott with his map,
Had just taken off for a long winter's CAP,
When out on the runway there arose such a clatter,
Pike sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the Control Tower he flew like a flash,
Ran into the door, Oh what a clash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Spitfire, and eight more at rear,
With a Pony-tailed pilot, flying lively as a button,
Pike knew in a moment it must be FI Falcon.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Fenian! now, Badger! now, Genosse and Hunter!
On, Ardmore! on Menace! on, Macca and Noter!
To the top of the Clouds to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild Hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up past the house-top the coursers they flew,
With their guns full of bullets, and with full drop tanks too.
Falc spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the targets then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up past the clouds their brave Spitfires rose;
He sprang to his comms, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
(Apart from the enemy, who were a bit dead)
T'was the Night Before Christmas.... (FI version)
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through the hangar
Not a propeller was turning, not even a spanner;
The Guinness was lined on the bar with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The FI were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of targets danced in their heads;
And Gadje in his goggles, and Scott with his map,
Had just taken off for a long winter's CAP,
When out on the runway there arose such a clatter,
Pike sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the Control Tower he flew like a flash,
Ran into the door, Oh what a clash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature Spitfire, and eight more at rear,
With a Pony-tailed pilot, flying lively as a button,
Pike knew in a moment it must be FI Falcon.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Fenian! now, Badger! now, Genosse and Hunter!
On, Ardmore! on Menace! on, Macca and Noter!
To the top of the Clouds to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild Hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up past the house-top the coursers they flew,
With their guns full of bullets, and with full drop tanks too.
Falc spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the targets then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up past the clouds their brave Spitfires rose;
He sprang to his comms, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
(Apart from the enemy, who were a bit dead)
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