Plane Flight
Flight two forty-seven
Out of Phoenix towards LA
Set out into the sky
On a bright, sunny day.
Then the weather turned
In the sky, a storm did brew
To torment and to terrify
The passengers and crew.
A flash and a crash
From the plane the wing broke free
The plane then took a power dive
And plunged into the sea.
Half the plane spiraled down
Sinking tail first
People drowning in murky water
Till their lungs would burst.
The rest were either dead of fright
Or burnt by searing flames
Eaten by sharks or torn apart
They all died, just the same.
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