Is it a car, is it a train?
If Jen's around, you can bet it's a plane.
She lives for the summer when all over the land,
The skies overflow with such wonderful sound.
Jet engines that sing with a powerful roar,
Or howl through the clouds - yet still she wants more!
It's just not enough to see a simple fly-past,
What she wants is a ground-skimming low dirty pass.
With flaps at the ready, undercarriages primed,
(After plenty of sprouts there's a strong wind behind)
She dreams of the day she can take to the air
In a jet as the pilot, the ultimate dare.
But until that day comes she is happy to camp
In a tent covered with mud that is horribly damp,
To make the most of the air shows and watch as the Reds
Draw fantastical smoke trails right over our heads.
So Happy Birthday to Jen who I'm sure I can trust
To drink to a summer filled with plenty of thrust!
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Poems for Special Occasions
PoetryI occasionally write poems for friends and family. They're always personal but not private so I thought I'd start sharing them here.
