Dedicated to the pilots of the Pacific Air War challenge ladder.
FM Jump to Vertigo 10-25-96:
Your pro's prose like a rose it goes
through my nose to my toes,
my woes know lows
but away they do goes.
I chose to close my water hose of prose
'cause' after you, I now knows
your notes are clothed with ribbons and bows.
Vertigo to FM Jump
If poetry was artillery
I'd beg you most humbly
For a suspension of hostilities
To allow me time
To clear my mind
And remove the wounded from the vicinity.
-Blake "Vertigo" Jordan
Deep6 to Vertigo
I was flying in the air,
I saw a dueling poet there,
He, while parsing out his puns,
Got punctuated by my guns.
European Air War challenge ladder:
In a hard fought match, much earlier
Goshawk and Kendo both went out to play.
They flipped and they fluttered, they started to stall,
they looped, and they rolled, and they both had a ball.
The bullets they ripped, the cannons
the wings, they were groanin', getting torn off it seemed.
But out of the blue, up there in the sky,
one of these pilots would be destined to fry.
I guess that by now, you got it sorted
I came out the victor, but it was far from a rout.
Kendo put up a good fight, and near got me there too,
but against a good Spitfire, a Mustang'll ne'er do!!
Thanks for the match Kendo, you're a
really great sport!
It's always a pleasure, and please pardon this report.
See, some days it's prose, and some it's a rhyme,
but either way, Kendo, I had a great time!
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