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Ianthechimp Sep 2020
Ian rules the skies, or so he thinks.
He sweeps, swoops and flies.
Ian flies high, but often sinks.
This chimp thinks he is a master of the skies.

Wind strong, gusty and more east.
#Ianthechimp eyes up his strong launch stance.
Paragliding wing is placed in full view of the beast.
The beast, the east, sees his chance.

With gusto, malice and a cheeky blast.
The east wind has no regret.
Ian, launch, lifted as he is turned fast.
Words wafted up high ... OH ****.

A wild swing as the chimp holds rake.
The beastly east tries some more.
One eye closed, Ian applies brake.
East is beaten, Ian is secure.

Yet the east, the beast, lies at height wait.
Ian climbs out of Cayton Bay.
The wind is hiding high with lifty bait.
Ian takes the leaving line, refusing to stay.

The beast announces himself with malice.
Ian regrets his cross country aim.
Losing speed and height palace.
Reach for Filey Brigg, or run without shame.

Turn, aim home and fly fast.
The beast has one more trick.
Return to the bay with turn last.
He hits the paraglider like a brick.

Wobble, rotor, accelerated flight.
A return to the safety of the bay.
To land on top would cause fright.
****** that Ian, beach landing with obey.

What have we learnt about the beastly east.
With its mean, malice and playful unfun.
Don't challenge, else decease.
Play in the air, climb and top land shun.
Ianthechimp Aug 2020
When I was 49, I dreamed of being a paragliding King and having everything I wanted.  But that was long ago, and my dreams did not unfold, so I'm still the King of nothing.

When I was 50 I dreamed I gave my email to a flying Queen and then I held her.  But that was FlySpain's fault for I have no job at all, and I'm still the King of nothing.

If I could rule, I'd fly my cares away, find lifty air every day.  I wouldn't have to listen to other Kings and Queens, poor fool say I'm the King of Kings, I'm the King of nothing.

All Hail the King and Queen

— The End —