Pirate Helicopter Ride
Last night I took a helicopter ride,
It had all sorts of friends on up inside,
Now, the thing looked like it was a pirate boat,
Five-gallon can of fuel kept it afloat. .
Right now I must admit this was a dream,
And, the strangest one to me, or it would seem,
From Chicago to St. Louis we would stray,
For it ended in the San Francisco bay?
One thing about the helicopter blade,
It was atop the main sail where it stayed,
It was the sail that helped to steer the ship,
All hands-on-deck were busy on this this trip.
Now, all were worried how we’d make it back,
Or if some fighter planes would soon attack,
The people on the ground pointed and laughed,
For, it was the motley crew and creaky
craft.
It moved like slow molasses in the cold,
(And, the rubber fuel line was rather old),
By necessity we’d stop each now and then,
Just to fret about the engine start again.
Now, the nice thing ‘bout a dream it isn’t
real,
And, we made it home quite safe to seal the
deal,
Like Gilligan I woke and had to muse,
Success within our three-hour cruise!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 28, 2020
