Standing still on the Runway,
Hoping to get attention,
The Flight is still on the runway,
Building up quite a tension.It was given the clearance,
Could and should have taken off,
Liked its own appearance,
Hence was trying to show off.It had two Metal wings,
The Body was all metal,
The engines were massive things,
The rudder looked like petal.But all it had was beauty,
Its engines had no speed,
Blocking runways was its duty,
It perished in its own greed.Slowly it started to hate itself,
Because of the things we just spoke of,
It brushed off old dust from the shelf,
And finally took off.
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