Air Traffic Controllers’ Poem
As a chorus, our talents abound; not only do we sing, dance and generally have a good time, but we also have the odd poet amongst us. When we were leading up to the SABS Convention in April 2015, the French Air Traffic Controllers were threatening to strike, which could have prevented many of our overseas guests arriving and possibly ruin our convention.
Sue Higgins, a member of our Lead Section, saw the funny side, and created this poem. Thankfully, the strike was called off and we were all able to have a fabulous time (including winning our third gold medal, of course). Here’s Sue’s poem:
ATC Again!
Oh great, we’ll go and sing in Spain
Convention is just grand
We hope we can avoid the rain
With sun and sea and sand
But no, our plans might be delayed
Despite our clever prep
The French Controllers ‘do their thing’
And foil our every step
We lose a bass, poor Chris is left
In England, with no flight
We are so cross, she’ll miss our show
Our ‘Dress Rehearsal’ night
We need a plan, to foil the French
An idea can take root
Don’t buy their cheese or their Champagne
Say ‘no’ to all their fruit
So take a plane that goes around
That wretched ‘French Air Space’
Or drive a route to get you there
Arriving with your case!
No flight or hiccup can erase
The Costa’s ‘lock and ring’
En Armonía’s here again
Let’s do it – let’s just sing!
Sue Higgins
April 2015