Upon the screen, the sky was a bright blue,
A pilot high with dreams took to the flight,
In a simulator, he thought he’d break through,
Yet clouds of laughter filled the cockpit's light.
With joystick wobbly in his hazy grip,
He took off sideways, quite the wild ascent,
The tower crackled with a frantic quip,
“Is this a flight or a circus event?”
He dove through loops, made friends with a cloud,
And declared to all, “I’m the king of the air!”
While others flew straight, he danced 'round quite proud,
Chalking up points for his fanciful flair.
But when he tried landing with snacks in his lap,
The runway appeared—a real form of trap!
With laughter and cheer, they gave him a clap,
For sometimes it’s best just to enjoy the flap!
Hazy Humor is licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0
