Poem-Come in urgently, Flakker-35 !...(1)

POEM :

“COME IN URGENTLY, FLAKKER-35 !...(1)”

 

Act 1

Be everything going as plann’d ?

Yep, unseen mode fully activat’d.

You will be on your own now.

Got it. I be closing in as chart’d.

 

Hell ! What be happening with the displays ?

They be flicking in and out on the screens.

Flat Top, do you receive ?

Yes, you be lapsing too, here !

 

Standby for a Mayday. The instruments be going.

Ne’er seen this before. State of the bloody art ?!

That will be the day… Hope I get back whole with cart.

Flakker-35, we detect something suspicious !

 

I am losing control. The dials be blanking.

The only option now : go for a landing.

Flakker-35 ! This be a real emergency !

Bring that goddam cart back right now !

 

Flat Top, nothing be responding !

The machine has kick’d into safe mode.

I fear there be no safety where you be head’d :

Bring that recalcitrant cart here immediately !

 

The Flakker be descending on the strip.

State of the art ? My foot !

Get me out of Darkie Pitt soon !

I fear we be in deep trouble…

Erase what you can. Reboot.

Say very little. We be working on this.

No chance. Everything has lock’d.

Nobody foresaw this event…

 

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Act 2

 

Hello, good friends, old friends !...

Thanks for dealing with hither emergency.

We got some equipment malfunction,

Also, low fuel and bad weather…

 

Flakker-35, do you read ?

Come in urgently, Flakker-35 !

Monsoon be approaching :

Flat Top, over and out !

 

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Act 3

Good friend, old friend,

Here, get down from high above.

Let’s go inside yonder for a chat.

No, sorry, good friend,  I have to stay here…

 

Yon Dick be going pink in the face…

Now, this be really flakking hell…

How do we deal with this ?...

Hope Darkie Boxie be well secur’d…

 

State of the bloody art !...

That will be the day !...

I will not go away : day and night

I will sit by hither contraption…

 

Good friend, do take shelter inside.

No thanks. I need to stay here.

For how long, old friend ?

As long as it takes…

 

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Act 4

Our folks be looking at this with raw intensity :

Now, this be truly a mess, a calamity :

How come the goddam bird was not escort’d ?

This be a security failure : someone will have to answer !

 

Not one of our planes around ?

What happen’d ? How will we cope if hundreds

Like this swarm ‘pon us suddenly ?...

A solution to this must be found…

 

Look at it this way, boss :

‘Tis a golden gift, truly :

Our guys be rubbing their hands

With delight : this be a real godsend…

 

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Act 5

Not to worry. Our guys be on the way.

Soon will they reach here. We will get this done.

You need not do anything . We will handle all.

Our people be experts at this.

 

Indeed, reinforcements have arriv’d swiftly :

They be looking at the machine keenly;

The repairs will be done soon,

And we will depart, flying off with the machine…

 

Take your time, old friends.

After all, we have centuries of friendship :

This be just a little event with your airship :

You will soon sort it all and fly out…

 

*****

Act 6

The days succeed each other :

The bird be stubborn :

Agencies be kicking in :

We see storms over the horizon…

 

Hell, we be getting nowhere :

Hope our friendship keeps holding strong :

One can ne’er tell with yon throng :

Our enemies might open their minds here…

 

With the Ruskies and the Chinese

We would soon be done :

Flack’d all the way to Coventry :

Hope they be praying for us at Sheffield…

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Soman Ragavan

4 July, 2025

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