A W/OP's Lament

A W/OP's Lament

A poem about a wireless operator lying, dying. His body is full of aircraft parts. There is also a 'Chad' sketch and reference to Gremlins.

Two handwritten sheets

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[underlined] A. W/OP’s LAMENT [/underlined]

A YOUNG W/OP AG lay dying
At the end of a bright summer day
His comrades were gathered around him
To carry the fragments away

His Kite had piled on his wishbone
The Vickers were wrapped round his head
To those who had gathered around him
It was plain that he soon would be dead

He spat out a valve and a gasket.
And stirred in the sump where he lay
And then to his wondering comrades
These last parting works he did say

Take the manifold out of my larynx
The butterfly valve from my neck
Remove from my Kidneys the conrods
Theres plenty of good parts in this WRECK

Take the piston rings out of my stomach
The sparking plugs out of my brain
Remove from my Liver the crankshaft.
And assemble the engine again

Take the longeron out of my backbone
The turnbuckle out of my ear
From the small of my back take the rudder
Theres all of your aeroplane here

I’ll be riding a cloud in the morning
No engine before me to cuss
Take the lead from your feet and get busy
Theres another damn fool wants this bus. AR.

[symbol] on D Range. [symbol] sweet [symbol].!

[deleted sketches] [symbol]

[sketch] [sketch] Gremlins!