In
a great metal bird, of best breed.
Ones
ear vibrates below, a landlubber.
Sounds
come to the ear to feed.
Blue
is Atlantic Ocean, whales fat blubber.
Air;
Land to sea I’ve travelled with glee.
He
could leave now or go later by jet.
He
left now, the plane went SWOOSH
Jet
be fast, weather be harsh, risky I bet
Moderate,
safe to fast, danger I shouldn’t push
A
bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
Arrive
safely, happy I shine.
Meet
relatives was more then fine
Dancing
I am, on cloud nine.
This
country is truly mine!
Leaving
I frown in the boat line.
Hark
at him his friends tword
On
boat he won’t forget memories
Next
year, he’d go by the board.
Diving
with ocean treasuries.
Tis
the tale of a mortal one lored
From
this day he waits bored.
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