T'was from the hill of Frocester that Salto met her maker
B'ut t'was a glorious end so worthy of tale
And all the world can see courtesy of email
A fair eve, warm and wind consistent
And any wandering lonely cloud, very distant
So after checking out with Rico She
My beloved Salto it had to be
Said the Fridge, that model you fly it very nice
Famous last words said I in jest, as fate threw the dice
The lift was strong a bit of wave I reckon
From her altitude with ease, she'd have made Brecon
Make no mistake she was higher than the Nympsfield crew
A spec of V tail beauty on the sea of blue
So from this lofty position, it came time to descend
Forward stick with caution, but wings did promptly bend
As a brick she began to fall, faster than my pension
Thank-you Mr Newton for these cursed moments of tension
Said I to Mike 't' news, I have the strangest hunch
That in the near future there's gonna be a crunch
In futility and desperation I deployed the brakes
And yes, it is fair to say it was all a bit too late
All that kinetic energy came to a sudden halt
Damn blast and curse it's someone elses fault
We set off to aid her doing battle with fence and fauna
At the place of her impact we could see she was a gonna (Sorry)!
And at this place which was our goal
We found bit's of GRP, foam and a 'gert big ole'