Oh beautiful airport of Gatwick
How I love your wonderful runway
When I stand at the end
It seems to stretch to eternitay
Its like a wide wide street
Which is not too safe to cross
You have to look each way
Unless your head you want to loss
Your big tall tower is wondrous to behold
Its shiny windows glow at night
It really is a sight of sights
Abseiling down it you must be bold
And careful if you wish to die old
The travellers come and go
Up and down
In and out
With trolleys and cases
And in some cases trolleys and bags
Or even skis
Your dear dear shops are not really that
They rip you off at the drop of a hat
Passengers are looking for toilets
The whole day long
I hope they manage to find one before its too late
And they are late at their gate
Which makes airline staff irate
They get in a terrible state
When you are late
At their b****y gate
She shiny planes they come and go
Up and down, down and up
Just like the passengers
Who hope the plane will fly
And not plummet
Into a summit
But Surrey has no peaks
Sussex has some bumps called Downs
Which are more like hills
Not really Ups
They do not even bother pilots
Who are Captains as their right
They tell you what to do or else
They challenge you to a fight
And maybe tell you to get off
Even in flight
Which might not sound fair
As you can't walk around on air
You hope the plane stays up
But folk like Tomi know their stuff
With spanners and hammers
Oilcans and teamugs
Fitters are cleverer than gritters
But alas when snows and sleets descend
The latter are on who we depend
To keep the runways open and clean
Like the baggage-handler brave and bold
Scrambling round the luggage-hold
Where it can be cold
At fifty thousand odd feet
Where people look like ants
Unless you haven't taken off
And they are ants
You see you are still standing still
On the wonderful runway of Gatwick.
Lord Muck of Ecclefechan. All rights reserved. 2011
Long Lost Horizons
16th Mar 2011, 12:20pm
