Air plane racing

If I was a pilot, I’d race on the sky,

With other pilots, like Schumacher-fly.

Take a Concorde and do jet-trail loops,

Around the Jumbo with sound-speed swoops.

Fly under a Boeing to see if they notice,

Over a Cessna and try to do a lotus.

Honk at an Airbus taking kids home,

Opened windows, skin of chrome.

A Hindenburg shark, slow, gentle giant,

Me a remora and it as my client.

I see a Piper, a herd of planes following,

Because they fly: No river swallowing.

I think in the sky is where I belong,

But I might be jobless in not very long.

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