WEBSITE: trendygamers.com
LOCATION: Derby, England
RECORDS: 4
LATEST RECORD: 5 months ago
JOINED: December 17, 2011
LOCATION: Derby, England
RECORDS: 4
LATEST RECORD: 5 months ago
JOINED: December 17, 2011
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Oh, how he missed those valiant skies. Which filled his face with pure delight, Just thinking about it makes him teary eyed, Of when before, he used to fight. He was used to doing Hammerheads, As the enemy cried for mummy, “But the only Barrel Rolls,”the aviator said “Are those that protrude from my tummy.” Now he only sits and grumbles, Pondering on how he’s an Ace, He says to them; he’s ‘fine and humble’, But you can see it on his face; That he yarns for his glory days, Once filling his face with glee, But now he sits here forever, Sipping cups of tea. He missed the wind in his hair, Whilst constantly licking his lips wet, But still it was not fair, For all this he would soon forget. But why not have one last run? Can’t a man like him some fun? Even though he sounds like a bore, He was once great - The Aviator. Based off 'Aviator' by LukeC & contains a slightly edited stanza of 'The Aviator [A Tiny Story]' by pamagotchi. |
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