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 Category:  General Poetry
  Posted: July 5, 2019      Views: 64

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"The Midnight Flight of P. Revere" by Mark Valentine
Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight flight of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five,
When our nascent union might not have survived
If the Brits hadn’t chosen to fly on Frontier.
Now Paul told his friend “At last comes the fight.
I’m flying to Boston in less than an hour,
For word is the British will be there tonight,
So send me a sign from the Old North Church tower:
One if by land, and two if by sea,
And three if they fly in to Terminal B.
We’ll send men to Logan and there make our stand
We’ll tear up the runways so their planes can’t land.
And so the brave Yanks trained their eyes on the air
But fog in New York and high winds at O’Hare
Meant no Brits would come now to quell insurrection,
For flights were delayed and they missed their connection.
And late the next day when they fin’ly made Boston,
The Frontier staff told them their baggage was lost in
New York or Chicago or somewhere between,
And nary a musket therefore could be seen
As the weaponless British got off of the plane
And vowed not to ever fly Frontier again.
So they lost the battle and, well, you know the rest -
If only they’d chosen to fly on Southwest.



Author Notes
It could happen to anybody - your teleprompter acts up and all the sudden, there are airports in the Revolutionary War, the Constitution has 12 articles, Francis Scott Key is waiting out the Revolutionary War in Fort McHenry, Andrew Jackson is upset about the Civil War, President Obama is from Kenya, and some very fine neo-Nazis are marching in Virginia. Nobody's perfect.
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