THE WIND PUSHED ME FROM THE AIR, TOWARD DEATH AND DESPAIR

I was high in the sky with my little plane,

When the sky decided to have a plane drain,

I raced to the ground,

And made a "BOOM!" sound,

Now I walk round my hood with a cane.

THE STORM

I decided to go scuba,

Down in Aruba

But a hurricane was averted,

When the aircraft diverted,

That's why I scuba in Cuba.