Twas the night before airshow
And all through the field
Every creature was stirring
With what tomorrow could yield
The plane had been down
For quite the long time
But now the repair was approaching
The end of the line
The engine was hung
The prop put in place
Fuel lines hooked up
Bolts turned in good haste
With a flick of the switch
And a yell to stay clear
The prop started turning
And I let out a big cheer
She is alive once more
The wait is now done
I can fly all day
So let's have some fun.
Can you tell I'm pretty happy? I resorted to iambic pentameter. Airplane is working. Back together. Alive and well. Woot.
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