Jet Stream Boogie

I was jet skiing on the wings of a jet stream when I noticed the others floating along. First a small robin, then an eagle and finally a small red helicopter joined our little throng. As we passed over the next country, I recognized it as oriental beautiful Hong Kong. What game were they playing in the park? Was it the wonderful clever Mahjong? Crazy jet stream suddenly pitched us in another direction, and we were singing along. To a new hip hop rap, joined by a super-terrific souped-up bike and Mr. Lance Armstrong. This is great he said, I have been counting on a little well-needed airborne break all week long. With the birds, and the helicopter, the bike, and a world-famous athlete, what could go wrong? We went fast and furiously back to the 50’s, and we were grabbed by fierce looking King Kong. A place we should never have gone back to, which we realized quite keenly, in not very long. There was soon a crowd gathering under the Empire State Building, a real angry throng. As we were thrown into the crowd at warp-like speed, I wished I was back in beautiful Hong Kong.