When we reached cruising altitude
As we headed for
another continent
The cabin light dimmed
to enhance,
The appearance of our
flight attendant
When we reached cruising altitude
As we headed for
another continent
The cabin light dimmed
to enhance,
The appearance of our
flight attendant
I have a phobia about flying
And I won’t fly
Virgin, no way
After all why use an
airline
That doesn’t go all the
way?
The Airplane was invented
By an optimist
While the parachute
was
Invented by a
pessimist
The world has become a smaller place
And it will
never be a big world again
But wherever
you go things are the same
I wish I
could uninvent the Aeroplane
As we approached the airport
The warning light went
on
And I had to return
the stewardess
To the upright
position
The world has become a bleaker place
And it will never be a
safe world again
Death can be delivered
unseen from above
I wish I could
uninvent the Aeroplane
When POTUS bought a new thoroughbred
It had to be flown
across from London
And as it was the
Presidential Colt
It had to be flown over
on AirHorse 1
When three out of four engines
Catastrophically fail
during flight
You will still have
enough power
To get you safely to
the crash site
How do you make a fruit fly?
Well first a ticket
you need to buy
Then give him a good
snort
And then take him to
the airport
A vulture boarded
A jumbo jet
Carrying two dead
Marmoset
The stewardess said
"I'm sorry sir,
Only one carrion
Per passenger"
Ryanair have had to execute
Disembarkation via
escape chutes
There was no emergency
however
It’s just Mr O’Leary
being clever
Disembarking on the
runway
Is the latest “no
frills” way
It has been said that the miracle of aviation
Is that the aeroplane
is nothing more in interpretation
Than 50000 components
flying in close formation
And hopefully all bound for the same destination
The world has become a bleaker place
And it will never be a
safe world again
Death can be delivered
unseen from above
I wish I could
uninvent the Aeroplane
The world has become a smaller place
And it will never be a
big world again
But wherever you go
things are the same
I wish I could uninvent
the Aeroplane
When mechanical problems occur,
Preferring
to be on the ground
Wishing
you were in the air
Is
a philosophy that’s sound,
Compared
to being in the air
Wishing
you were on the ground
“The Spirit of St. Louis” is a biographical drama, based on the book by Charles A. Lindbergh adapted by Charles Lederer and Directed by Billy Wilder.
The film is a Biography of Charles “Slim” Lindburgh’s life, covering the
period from his days on the precarious mail runs in aviation's infancy with his
friend Bud Gurney (Murray Hamilton) to his solo transatlantic crossing from Roosevelt
Field on New York's Long Island to Le Bourget Airport in Paris.
But he was more than a pilot because Charles Augustus 'Slim'
Lindbergh (James Stewart) co-financed the Spirit of St. Louis, a fabric-covered,
single-seat, single-engine “Ryan NYP” high-wing monoplane which he jointly
designed with Ryan's chief engineer Donald A. Hall (Arthur
Space).
But the drama of the story comes once he is
airborne and alone in the empty skies with only the open ocean below him.
They take you here
They
take you there
To
do it cheap
Just
fly Chav air
If flying is so safe
So
safe you’re invulnerable
Why
do they call?
It was a dreadful flight
And it was late as well
Then I couldn't find my case
On the baggage carousel
So, I went to “lost luggage”
To report the loss of it
The woman looked the part
But I didn’t trust her a bit
She said she would apply
Her professional hand
Then she said “now tell me
“When does your plane land?”
There is a rhetorical question
That
gives me indigestion
Why
are there flotation devices
Under
airplane seat crev-ices,
In
the unlikely event of a crisis
Instead
of parachutes devices?