Introduction

I wrote this based on a joke Margaret Lee told me. It tells the sad story of that eternal triangle - a man, a woman, an aeroplane. Since then the aeroplane has become a metaphor for the impact of economic rationalism on the airline industry. If you, sort of, hold it up to the light at a certain angle when the wind is coming from the north-west and the cock has crowed three times.

Eight Thousand Metres Up

Eight thousand metres up, the plane is falling from the sky,
Both engines have failed and they are all about to die

The passengers are desperate, the pilot's in a panic
A young woman leaps up at last, her voice is clearly frantic

She rips off her shirt and shouts to all the passengers and crew
'Someone! Make a woman of me! Any man will do!'

A bloke three rows back sees his chance - is this his dying wish?
He rips his shirt off, flings it at her and says 'Here! Iron this!'

Copyright; David Peetz
Email: davidpeetz@yahoo.com.au