I was just thinking,

what if the airplane crash landed-

and we survived?

Lifejackets would be donned,

the slide rafts launched,

stifled screams all around,

children howling,mothers trying-

in vain to hush them,

fathers giving false reassuarences,

the pilot making satuatory warnings,

the crew acting like the NAVY SEALS,

directing,diverting,adapting and improvising.

They would be minute heroes,

later-pats on the back.

The lucky one's will row away,

to lands unheard of,

with the occasional whistle blast,

and the attention attracting light flashing,

we would be all huddled up,

cold, wet and scared.

Alpha Whiskey,Alpha Whiskey, come in.

Alpha Whiskey, do you copy?

Alpha,Whiskey, come in please,

this is flight control,

calling Alpha Whiskey...

Ah, well, the pilot hopefully escaped unscathed,

or he went down under.

We'll send a chopper in tomorrow,

just for the sake of protocol.

They are sure to be around the crash site,

probably sex starved, in a deserted island,

craving for love, warmth and safe deliverance.