By Keith Sowerbutts, Oswald Street, Accrington.

Two blondes took a flight to the USA
To visit sick friends, in a hurry,
When over the tannoy the captain's voice boomed out,
"One engine has stopped, please don't worry."

He said not to fret, they'd be one hour late
The plane being adaptable, able to cope
On hearing this, put them more at ease
This statement had given them hope.

Five minutes passed, then one more announcement
Another engine had given up the ghost
Once more having to calm their feelings
Implying three hours and a half late at the most.

The travellers by this time were panic stricken,
One blonde called the stewardess to say
"If the other two fail and refuse to function,
I expect we'll be up here all day."