Man Ted, that was some seriously good weed, I am postively flying.

Man Ted, that was some seriously good weed, I am postively flying.
So what if I’m not a bird, I live in Port Saint Lucie and I fly, so get over it. And here’s a secret . . .
I liked it in the old days when I flew off to pick her up for our date.
I called for that damned Uber thirty minutes ago. I could have flown there in less time.
‘A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!‘ Hey, flying gets tiring, you know.
So when they add synchronous flying to the Olympics, we are so ready!
Evening is the best time, flying free and no traffic at all.
Okay, humans, you can’t fly, so please don’t try this when driving.
Don’t you hate it when things get all sideways?
DaVinci was so right, “Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward.”