There once was an Eastern brat
Who thought flying was where it was at
Young start in a Tri-pacer
Became an old fart with pacemaker
And because of that, and the FEDs, he sat.
Catching up on yard work, and restoring the Merc
He waits for beer o’clock.
Awaiting the ticktock, and then the doc.
Needs that slip, iconic of health.
To untether his bionic self
His heart is strong, just forgets to beat
In the saddle before long, burgers to eat
Captain’s Log 