Here's a clue:
That's "Chuckie" the B-17.
Which reminds me of the poems I, along with my fellow Air Force brats, used to recite to the new recruits on base when we were kids:
Roses are red,
Spinach is green.
You have a nose
Like a B-17.
(Hey, there's a reason we were called Air Force brats.)
Anyway, if you guessed "The air show at The Virginia Military Aviation Museum," you'd be right. The show was called "Warbirds Over the Beach," and it was amazing! Seeing all those old planes in person, and watching some of them fly, was an incredible experience.
My favorite part? The 84-year-old pilot who flew the Corsair. Wow! In-effin'-credible! Truly an inspiration.
Not only were there loads of airplanes, but there were also WWII reenactors wandering around in the uniforms and clothing of the era, with encampments set up on the grounds. Even our allies were represented:
If you can't read that sign in the pic, it says "1st Canadia Para Bn. Canadian spoken here. (English understood.)"
Have you ever been to an air show?
Have you ever made up an inappropriate poem about a body part?
Would you like to? Please feel free to leave one* in the comments!**
*A poem, I mean. Not an air show. It would be tough to leave one of those in the comments.
**Risque acceptable, crudity not. Not that I wouldn't likely guffaw (loudly) at the crude ones, but out of consideration for my more genteel readers.