ODE To The Taildragger
By Mike Headrick, (CPT.CLOUD@AOL.COM)

                Taildragger I hate your guts,
                I have experience, ratings, and such;

                But to make you go straight is driving me nuts.
                With hours of teaching and the controls in my
                clutch,  It takes a little rudder, no less, a
                little too much!
                You see I learned to fly in a tricycle gear,
                With one up front and two back here,
                She sleek and clean and easy to steer,
                But this miserable thing with wires and struts,
                Takes a little bit of rudder, easy, that's a
                little too much!
                It demands your attention on take-off roll,
                Or it'll head towards the boondocks, as you pour
                on the coal,  Gotta hang lose don't over control,

                This wicked little plane is just too much,
                Give her more rudder, oops, that's too much,
                With a lot of zig-zagging, and the word obscene,
                I thing I've mastered this slippery machine,
                In fact I think I'm going to like this thing,
                It's not so bad if you have the touch,
                Just a little bit of rudder, easy now, not too
                much!
                
                I relax for a second, and from the corner of my
                eye:  I suddenly realize with a gasp and a cry,
                That's my own tail that's swinging BYE!
                You ground looping wreck, I hate your guts,
                Give her the rudder, Great Scott, that's too much!

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