Poem – Boeing on Vacation…
Or maybe just out to lunch
My Uber’s here
Tahiti-bound
The airport’s near
Then blaring sound!
Flight canceled when a riot done broke out
Vacation’s first stop needs a quick reroute
***
Drove 50 miles
To next fly base
In air, all smiles
Vacay on pace
The LA stopover brought derision
On runway, it was a near collision
***
Up in the air
My worries few
The weather’s fair
Plane captain’s blue
He gasped! Groaned, screamed, shrieked! Then suddenly died
‘Twas multi jabbed and liked his pork rinds fried!
***
Back to the ground
Down for the count
My hopes, dashed, drowned
My fears, they mount
Yay! One day later, finally going!
Joy replaced by some loud “Oh-no-no-ing!”
As engine two starts crackling and glowing
It’s damn clear! This plane was birthed by Boeing!
***
Folks may look at you like your mind’s moot
And will cost just a wee bit of cash loot
When you fly, always bring a parachute!
THE END.
I’m thinking of starting up an Only Poets website. You know, a place where us bard-ellos can bare our iambic pentameters as our rhyming couplets jiggle with reckless abandon.
Until then, you can find ClownWorld Shakespeare on Instagram, where poems like this will make your cerebral cortex all tingly:
That’s a lot of tragedy in one trip!
Yep, had a few trips like that!