The Abominable Ash Cloud
On a nicely icy island
in the nasty north Atlanic,
a mountain blew it's top
and went manically volcanic.
It released into the atmosphere
a particular particulate,
a particular particulate
that was really quite rediculate.
Its most peculiar properties
meant that jet engines it stoppeties,
making flying rather trying
for the people on their holidies.
And once this stash of ash was splashed
about the upper stratosphere,
flights were stopped and airlines crashed
and said it didn't mattersphere.
“The planes can fly right through this cloud”,
they said with convincing conviction.
“That the engines will stop,
and the planes will drop,
is utter fantastical fiction.”
But planes were still banned,
and so over land,
people were forced to continue.
There were queues for the queues,
move and you lose,
and it took all the strength you had in you.
So taxis and trains
were replacements for planes
causing travellers much consternation.
But as a solution to airborne pollution,
it caused mental enviradulation.
Just when we thought we were cursed,
the cloud just dispersed,
but airlines were still close to crisis.
“We are close to extinction,
it took us to the brinktion,
we just have to put up our prices.”
As the volcano stopped fuming
and flights were resuming,
the mountain had gained its own legacy.
That prices are higher,
to stay in the skyer,
has assured this large legends longevity.