By Air Mshl N (Nana) Menon
It seems only few are contributing. Nevertheless, here are some more!
A Gnatty Sikh pilot, fully geared
Was on a scramble when his canopy sheared
One moment he was flying
The next he was lying
Flat on a river-bed with sand in his beard.
The Gnat sorted out men from the boys
But once airborne it flew with poise
The start-up was airy
The take-off quite scary
And the hydraulics gave one a Hobson’s choice.
Gnat and MiG-21 jocks got up in the sky
To decide which of them could the better fly
Said the Gnat jock,”You cannot do much”
” Even with your reheat and such”
I’ll be on your tail whatever you try.
If when flying your trim runs away
This is what wizened old Gnat pilots say
The nose will dip, sudden and sharp
And if you are no hurry to play the harp
Just split the tail and save the day.