Fred, Ched, Mikey, Cookie and Ed(ward),
Your words about flying ring rings in my head.
From this fear of flying I seek quick relief,
Thus I turn to rhyming to whomever’s grief:
Here’s a capsule summary of where and what I’ve flown:
flown a kite; flown by night.
flown home; flown alone.
flown the coop (but not the loop-the-loop).
flown totally blind from ahead and behind.
flown by my seat of pants; flown to see uncles and aunts.
taken wind shear flights quite chancy and countless flights of sheer fancy.
taken magic carpet ride; yelled "Go Peay" for Fly.
flown to pieces . . . due to teases.
opted for last resorts in a dozen airports.
once flew off the handle at Tony Randall.
One time I flew down the street on a chance that we'd meet . . . but we didn't.
But perhaps the best of all
If my mind let’s me recall,
I've sung "Fly Me to the Moon"
sometimes slightly out of tune.
The mossback cannot win, because he prefers a flintlock to a Mauser.