Eunice
 
Eunice logged a hundred hours
In a British Sopwith Camel
Flew above the Eifel Tower
Landed in a runway made of gravel
 
Side by side mounted Vickers
In the Sopwith’s thin skinned cowl
She flew wearing bunny slippers
And an olive drab cotton towel
 
Five Fokkers and a couple Junkers
Were proud notches in her guns
Strafing runs on enemy truckers
Just for the sake of fun
 
When the Sopwith war was done
Eunice Barnstormed for a year
Flying stunts under the summer sun
Quaffing lukewarm dark malt beer
 
©8/6/09Terry Sutherland


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