Co-pilots poem

[Gjest]

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Den ska upp på Crew rummet!!!!

[Kenneth G. Sørensen]

Tror nok at noen piloter på Torp hadde likt den der også, så den skal de nok få... Hihi.. [image]images/icons/grin.gif" border="0[/image]

[Karl R Pettersen]

I am the copilot, I sit on the right,

It's up to me to be quick and bright

I never talk back for I have regrets,

But I have to remember what the Captain forgets.

I make out the Flight Plan and study the weather

Pull up the gear, stand by to feather;

Make out the mail forms and do the reporting

And fly the old crate while the Captain is courting.

I take the readings, adjust the power,

Put on the heaters when we're in a shower;

Tell him where we are on the darkest night,

And do all the book work without any light.

I call for my Captain and buy him cokes;

I always laugh at his corny jokes,

And once in a while when his landings are rusty,

I always come through with, "By gosh it's gusty!"

All in all I'm a general stooge

As I sit to the right of the man I call, "Scrooge";

I guess you think that is past understanding

But maybe some day he will give me a landing.