Lawrence S. Pertillar
Flight Instructor - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Why are some of those jumpers,
Plummeting to the ground?
'I told them all specifically,
What they had to do...
To execute a successful jump,
By counting to ten.
Then with a pulling of the cord,
Their 'chutes' would open.'
Why do you suppose,
The others have chosen to plummet?
Their outcome does not look favorable.
'One of them told me,
They did not like my tone of voice.
And 'flight' instructor or not...
Did not have to pay attention to me.
And will do what it is they choose.'
How do you explain so many of them,
Not opening their parachutes?
For some apparent reason,
They also chose to do the same thing.'
You know what this means?
'Yes I do.
There will be fewer for me to feed,
At my house warming party.'
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