I'M Fired Poem by Phil Ward

It's my dream, what I was born for,
All my life it's what I've worked hard for,
Son of a gun and I love getting fired,
I do all the fetes and I'm regularly hired.

It blows my mind to be flying through air,
A bolt from the blue and a feeling I share,
With a missile in flight crooning the earth,
Giving my all for what I am worth.

I'm a human cannonball shot from a gun,
It's not just a job but lots of fun,
Till those on the ground tripled the charge,
Of the powder that launches me way too large,
A mistake that can happen anyone's fault,
It increased my range to a thunder bolt.

Pause

Returning back from Sweden I caught the fastest train,
By now I'd had quite enough of flying yet again,
So I'm grounded now and happy that my feet are firmly planted,
On the terra firma this is not exactly how I planned it,
I'll be airborne soon please go outside and look into the sky,
You never know it might be me you see go shooting by.