It was the night before ATEC when all through the house Janan was seething...all pissed and roused...

The bags were all packed and standing there, for soon to airport he goes..

The rest of the country all snug in their homes

While visions of sleep danced in their heads

And mamma watching tv, and I on the comp...

Had just settled down for a last minute gripe..

When out from the distance there arose such a clatter,

I hoped the airport blew up..oh so much the better...

Away to the window I flew like a flash

Tore open the curtains and peeked out as best..

The moon on the breast of the dark tar road...

Gave the lustre of to mordor we go...

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a Toyota Picnic with headlights on high..

With my dad at the wheel, so lively and quick

I knew in a moment the time had come

More rapid then eagles, ATEC had come...

And he opened the gate and parked all the way

Now all packed, now all checked now check it again..

Check clothes, check boots, check all other sorts

To the car seat! Buckle the belts!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurrican fly,

When we met with a traffic light, mounted to the side...

So waited to turn green, then onwards we flew

With a boot full of bags and Janan Loh too...

And then, in a twinkling the airport we reached

The sadness of grieving of each little troop.

As I stepped in the airport and was turning around

Up came my DC with tickets in bound

He was dressed up in formal from his head to his foot..

And his clothes we so formal, so queer he looked..

A huge bag of suff he had flung on his bag.

And he looked the grim reaper opening his bag..

His eyes -- how sad they were! his smile was all sad!

His cheeks were all droopy, his nose like a mouse..!

His droll little mouth was drawn tight like a bow,

And the hair on his head all tusseled and long;

The stump of his tongue he poked in his cheek.

And the grief it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a tight little belly

Tha hardly moved when he ran the SOC

He used to be chubby and plump and a right jolly self

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A flick of his hand and a twist of his wrist

Soon gave me know I had everything to dread;

He spoke not a word but went straight to work,

And gave out the passes; then turned with a jerk,

Then scratching his head with a side of his hand

And giving a nod, backwards he goes

He went for his bag pack, to Det 2 he gave a whistle

And away we all went like the down of a thistle

In the airport was heard as we moved out of sight,

ORD ORD ORD LOH!!!!



NOTE..HE ORD...not US...we still have 4mths 14 days from this point...

Posted on 3/06/2006 by <$The One$>