Jump Poem by Robert Sheridan

He hijacked a Boeing
727 – demanded 200
grand in ransom; he
told them, “I’m gonna
jump! ” They told him to
take a flying leap – “When
you fall, unfold your arms
and flap, you creep! ”
“But I don’t need to, for
you see, I’ve got this pack
on my back, what color is
your parachute? ” – he
waxed philosophic. “We
don’t wanna rain on your
parade, chum, but what
you’ve got there is a
picnic lunch with cheap
wine and moldy cheese! ”
The flight crew opened
the trap-door in the back
of the plane, grabbed ‘ol
D. B. Cooper by the seat
of his pants; tossed him
out, was never seen again,
landed face first in a guard
dog training camp.

‘2008’