Poetry Corner

In 1977 there was great excitement at the prospect of the first Decimonnanu detachment when the Squadron would have its first opportunity to drop bombs and fire guns on targets at the NATO live firing range in Sardinia.  Not wishing to let such an event pass by without due commemoration the more culturally inspired on the squadron decided to hold a poetry competition.   The rules were quite simple inasmuch as the topic had to be something to do with squadron life and/or its personalities and subtleties such as rhyme, metre, scan would not be required.  As long as the poem could be read out in mixed company and had not been transcribed from a toilet wall, then all contributions would be accepted.   Here are some of the contributions:



The Shiney by Robert "Psued" Curson

I am the Shiney, I am the Scribe,
Bring me your problems, I've nothing to hide,
My only problem, I can say with a grin,
Is preventing your leave passes, from hitting the bin.

But gentlemen, please bear with me,
What more can I say,

URKO RULES - OK!!

  As Bob says, "It seemed funny at the time!"  
(URKO, you will recall, was the title given to WO Tom Hemingway)


Ode to Uncle Bill by Peter "Shelley" Chadburn

In the northern part of germany, west of the Rhine
lies a place, called 2 Squadron line.
As we all appreciate..
this line is not really straight.

From this place the Jaguars go
but where, we'll never know.
The liney looks, hears and sees
but they just disappear behind the trees.

This Arrows ace one December eve
did a landaway at Kleve.
Aerobatics against your will
" Not bloody likely" said Uncle Bill.

Do not listen to all those lies
Uncle Bill ain't collecting ties
1000 hours in this pussy-cat
is sure enough proof of just that.

He celebrated with great pride
we even had beer on the grouncrew side.

A year of effort soon passed by
with our hero still punching holes in the sky.
He was flying with the greatest of endeavour
when one night he came back with Trevor.

We've seen them come, we've seen them go
but we've never seen one quite this low
and bang went the S eng O
Ho Ho Ho.

You may laugh and think it's funny
but Uncle Bill costs the tax payer a lot of money.
So they've built for him an aircraft without a door
and the Ejection Seat welded to the cockpit floor.

  A stanza in tribute to that old rascal (some called him) Bill Langworthy  


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