I called Linda an orange girl
I kissed her apple cheek and curl
She kissed me back
And made her track
To the deep sea of Albemarle
I called Linda an orange girl (C) Rajat kanti Chakrabarty
Categories:
albemarle, fun, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
SECRET OF FLIGHT
The Wrights knew it at Kittyhawk, Albemarle Sound
I know it whenever I leave the ground
You will know it after this tale unvarnished round.
How does a plane fly? Science is phooey jumble.
One moment you’re rumbling along the concrete dry
The next you're up off the concrete, no rumble.
I think the pilot just presses the magic button that says “FLY”
And I like the feeling you get, like being on a child’s swing
For the first time in ten years on a fling.
Forget coefficients of drag and lift and other logic
When a Jumbo leaves earth it’s simply magic.
Categories:
albemarle,
Form: Verse