Write Away Poetry

Air Charter—how I met your mother

My father owns hundreds of roosters. He frequently flies on a Air charter all around the world to join cockfighting derbies. He has already won countless tournaments as all-around champion that he was declared one of the best breeders of all time. His name was always printed on all the famous cockfighting magazines.

One time, he asked me to come along with him to the National Cockfighting tournament in Texas. He said that the best of the best breeders around the globe will be there to compete for a million dollars. We were to fly on his private jet charter, stay on a five-star hotel, and visit a couple of friends. Since it was summer vacation, I said “Why not pops, I’m sure we’ll have a great time.”

So the next day, we went to the New Flight Charters airport for our flight. We were joined by my dad’s buddies—Uncle Steve and Dr. Chang, both highly respected cock fighters and breeders. Dr. Chang was accompanied by his lovely daughter Veronica, who was three years younger than me. My dad and his friends sat on the middle of the plane, where the seats were facing together to discuss the tournament. Veronica and I sat at the front part of the plane—and that is how I met your mother.