Airborne Poetry

On the first part of the flight, I wrote a poem:

Here we go to Míníhotı
Flying over Kràơz
Deep inside a great white dragon
Far above the clouds

The Kràơz below will never see us
Or else they'd force a fight
Once we get to Míníhotı
Things will be all right

After Kràơz are the rebels of Hu
Kinder than you'd think
About the same as the Míníhotese
They'd smile as soon as blink

Míníhépamí was struck down by the gods
Thunder, wind, and hail
Our dragon is going to help them out
From nose to tip of tail

When we get to Míníhotı
Temple bells will all ring
Fresh-cut flowers fall from the sky
After all, I am a king

A few hours later, things changed a bit:

Míníhotı is wracked by storms
Our dragon cannot land
Which is really too bad
Because I need to get out of here

Lightning flashes off the wing
Huro shows his might
Please, Sozho, let our dragon land safe
I'm ready for bed tonight

Thank Sozho, we did land safe and the guy sitting beside me didn't puke in the vomit bag he had open and ready.

A bit of a bumpy ride.