Shakeepuddn Posted May 18, 2010 Report Share Posted May 18, 2010 Ebon planes awaiting flight on a fated day, Equal all, fearing fall, clutching skulls they stay. Hundreds, thousands, here and there, hours do they wait, All the same in solemn game where wit determines fate. None can fail, all with tail, switching left from right, Above the round to heaven bound, we cheer them on their flight. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted May 19, 2010 Report Share Posted May 19, 2010 crows/ravens? pirates? bullets maybe? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 rsn Posted May 19, 2010 Report Share Posted May 19, 2010 May flies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted May 19, 2010 Report Share Posted May 19, 2010 atomic bombs? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Guest Posted May 19, 2010 Report Share Posted May 19, 2010 Mortar boards! It's a graduation ceremony. Tails switching left to right, ebon (black) planes, wit determines fate, etc. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Shakeepuddn Posted May 19, 2010 Author Report Share Posted May 19, 2010 Mortar boards! It's a graduation ceremony. Tails switching left to right, ebon (black) planes, wit determines fate, etc. Well done Jpar. I rather liked this one and had hoped it would have lasted longer but I see you were right on time with my internal clues. Outstanding Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
0 Shakeepuddn Posted May 19, 2010 Author Report Share Posted May 19, 2010 The graduation cap (mortar board) is a square plane of equal sides attached to a skull cap. The tassle or tail is oftren switched from right (undergraduate) to left (graduate) upon receiving the diploma. Wit or knowledge determins the fate or vocation of the graduate. At the end of the ceremony the caps are flung into the air with resounding cheers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Ebon planes awaiting flight on a fated day,
Equal all, fearing fall, clutching skulls they stay.
Hundreds, thousands, here and there, hours do they wait,
All the same in solemn game where wit determines fate.
None can fail, all with tail, switching left from right,
Above the round to heaven bound, we cheer them on their flight.
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