Summer Skies
There once was a flight path to Frankfurt,
And Yukoners all gave thanks for it.
We’d take to the skies,
Arrive on time, no surprise
Born to fly with leg room, uncontorted.
Poem Style: limerick
Summer Skies
There once was a flight path to Frankfurt,
And Yukoners all gave thanks for it.
We’d take to the skies,
Arrive on time, no surprise
Born to fly with leg room, uncontorted.
Poem Style: limerick
