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Poetry Pleases: Travelling By The Cheapest Airline

What's this? A pilot with a white stick? The passengers in David Reid's poem have reason to be concerned.

Now ready for the takeoff, on a flight from Singapore.
The passengers all seated, when from the pilot's door.
The pilot with a white stick. started walking down the isle.
He wore big thick dark glasses and whistled all the while.
The hostess came and turned him back, she didn't seem to mind.
Then some travellers went to find out, if the captain's really blind.
They thought there's no way he could fly, by now all turning pale.
No problem said the pilot; every thing is marked in Brail.
But when to rise to miss the buildings, how then can you tell.
No problem said the pilot, I'll hear when you lot yell.


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