Air Traffic Uncontrol Poem by Phil Soar

Air Traffic Uncontrol



The pilot called the tower
During quite a heavy shower
A storm was brewing at 10,000 feet
But an Air traffic controller
Said "please hold the line caller
I'm standing up and haven't got a seat"

Thursday, September 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: airplane,humour
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