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Upon Observing the Tragic Incident At The New York Twin Towers (by Edna in the style of McGonagall)

It was a lovely New York morning and the sun in the sky was brightly shining
When, from up above in the clouds we all heard a metallic noisy whining,
And we looked up into the air to see a large silver aircraft a-flying by,
And the sun was glinting off its fuselage as it flew right swiftly through the sky.

But then the 'plane made a change of course and headed right in our direction,
Pointing straight at the World Trade Centre (a mighty double concrete erection),
And then the aircraft went PLONK! into the side of one of the towers causing much dismay
And a terrible shock to all who saw the incident live or on TV on that cataclysmic day.

The explosion was very loud, and greatly shocked everyone who saw the accident,
(at that stage it was thought to be a mistake and not something that was really meant)
But after forty minutes we saw another plane on New York airspace encroaching,
And realised that the first was no accident as there was another one approaching.

The next aircraft flew straight into the second of the towers standing proudly there;
One minute the 'plane was flying in the sky and the next minute, 'twas no longer there,
For the airliner disappeared with a BANG! into the core of the giant concrete building
And it was about half way up the tower, I suppose you would say it was in the middling.

The world's radios and TV stations covered these happenings live with horror and with awe;
No one knew who had done these startling things, they shook the whole of America to its very core;
The New York firefighters sped to the scene with alacrity and it is agreed they were very brave
As they did their very best to rescue people in the towers, and many a life they probably did save.

But there was worse to come and all know this nowadays (but did not at that particular time)
Because the towers had been weakened by the aircraft strike in this daring international crime;
Thus first one tower fell to the ground with a big and shocking CRASH! which raised quite a lot of dust
And then the other one crumbled with a mighty roar which might have damaged the earth's very crust.

This was truly a terrible event and one of the blackest ever days in the short history of the U.S.A.
Which is still talked about with shock and awestruck wonder and people still moan about it to this very day;
The world's media commentators all over asked who had done it and soon opinion began to harden
With the agreement that it had been masterminded by a cunning Saudi called Mr Osama bin Laden.

On the same day as these terrifying events which did such damage to good old New York City,
Two other planes got hijacked by those scheming terrorists and the results of that were not so very pretty;
One of the other flights landed with a big explosion on the walls of the army's HQ, the Pentagon,
But the fourth one failed in its deadly mission and crashed (or mayhap shot down) en route to the White House in Washington.

So looking back on these dramatic events, the historian is sure to say that they were the beginning of a war of terror
(and only time will tell whether the subsequent equally murderous US attacks on Afghanistan and Iraq were justified or in grevious vengeful error)
But whatever transpires in the future these dramatic happenings everyone will always be sure to remember -
However by calling these dire events "9/11" most of the world believe they happened on the ninth day of November.

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For those who are unaware of the Great McGonagall, I am obliged to explain that this is a parody (if you don't understand the word look it up) - or maybe it's a tribute - or even both. It's a parody on the writing of William McGonagall, famous as the world's worst poet who did not realise how bad he was. Look him up; he is Scotland's national treasure. As McG himself might have written: "I shall be delighted to receive your interesting comments on the parody I have written And the gift of claps from your hand will certainly not result in the donor's hand being bitten."
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about him being the world's worst poet, but he certainly was bad! As to the parody, you did a fine job.
And I do understand about the comment of it maybe being a parody and a tribute, There are other questions that I see here; that are we sure that our ensuing attacks were in fact justified or did we rush to judgement, just because SOMEONE had to pay? Do we trust our governments? CAN we trust our governments? I suppose that we must, because it is out of our hands. As to your poem itself, I cannot find fault. ~ Geezer.
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i am delighted you spotted the serious intent behind the joke.

xxx
Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

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