So, of COURSE, I do not know whether AI was REALLY smart enough to write one of those most clever and appropriate limericks I've ever seen, or whether it is yet another in Bob Basler's amazing literary Skill Set. I don't even know how on earth you managed to enter just the right words in the Search Engine to find something so close to an actual Basler AIr Lines. AND you've inspired readers to write their OWN limericks (bravo, Patricia Coonan). The search for TRUTH continues, of course - will we ever know anything for sure any more? Loved it, Bob.
I'm sorry, Nathan, but Kankakee says they have no record of you having lived there. They tell me a LOT of people CLAIM to have lived there, just for the status...
No cause for concern, Mr B.
My Lamar is right here with me.
He'd got it in his noggin
Kankakee was Okanagan.
I flew there, paid bail, now he's free.
😀👍
Oh how I love poetry
When it has rhyme
And reference to geography
At the same time.
A sweet lass they called Anne-Marie
Took an airplane to old Kankakee
She ventured afar
To find her Lamar
But he went to the wrong airport and who the hell knows where he is now?
You forgot to mention you bought Basler Fashions (look it up) --and women had to wear one of those blazers on Basler flights (of fancy).
So, of COURSE, I do not know whether AI was REALLY smart enough to write one of those most clever and appropriate limericks I've ever seen, or whether it is yet another in Bob Basler's amazing literary Skill Set. I don't even know how on earth you managed to enter just the right words in the Search Engine to find something so close to an actual Basler AIr Lines. AND you've inspired readers to write their OWN limericks (bravo, Patricia Coonan). The search for TRUTH continues, of course - will we ever know anything for sure any more? Loved it, Bob.
Flying on the BT - 67
“Oshkosh, Wisconsin, give us a gin an’ we’ll fly in hail”
15 horsepower and 15 restless riders
Three “mechanics”, 25 sacks of mail
All along the southbound odyssey
The plane pulls out of Kankakee
Floats along past houses, farms, and fields
Passing planes that have no name
Their fuselage with inspected frames
And the dang things with functioning landing gear
Good morning, America, how are ya?
Said don't you know me? I'm your native son
I'm the plane they call the BT - 67
I'll be gone 500 miles when the day is done
Dealing card games with the old men in the cockpit
Penny a point, ain't no one keeping score
Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle
Feel the wings crumbling 'neath the floor...
brilliant, Jon, as always. but the BT-67 going 500 miles in a day? that's the work of the devil!
Oh from Oshkosh
To Tucumcari.
For a Route 66 safari.
Maybe a princess
Though sand is her sea.
And this is a daydream
Dreamt up by me.
AI, AI, No!
Perhaps a pirate
Yo Ho!
I lived in Kankakee as a youngster. Never once did I see a princess or a sea. Trust me on that one.
I'm sorry, Nathan, but Kankakee says they have no record of you having lived there. They tell me a LOT of people CLAIM to have lived there, just for the status...
Argh..foiled again.
It really exists!
ps the poem was, to quote the late great George Short -- ace.