The following was inspired by the classic myth of Icarus.

He had his youth, and Icarus wished,

To fly with the planes and big rocket ships.

But he was a boy, a being without wings,

He took his dilemma and pondered such things.

He asked his old father to help him fly,

His father laughed until tears drenched his eyes.

Said he, "Fine, I'll help you in such stupid quest."

He went to his shed and found his tool chest.

It didn't take long; a jetpack was made,

"Be careful, my son! I hope you'll be safe.

"But don't fly too high where planes like to roam,

"Otherwise I might not see you come home."

Icarus strapped the device to his back,

He fired the engines colored shimmery black.

He heeded his father and flew rather low,

But he got excited and thought this was slow.

He slammed the throttle and quickly he shot,

Straight up to the sky where he should be not.

A thundering roar scared the hair off his skin,

A massive airliner was aimed right at him!

In panic, the boy pounded his throttle again,

He hoped to escape and so strained his engine.

But lo! His fuel ran out, stranded was he,

In front of an airliner and also falling.

He smashed on the wing and went flying off the side,

He plummeted toward Earth, he knew he would die.