OK, you want a sonnet? Here's a sonnet for you. And its not by Shakespeare. Or BB. Or even Emma Lazarus.

Flat Flip Flies Straight
(c)1971 Mark Cohen

There's something in the way it loves the air,
The way it soars and glides in wingless flight,
That makes one think of birds -- and yet, not quite
Like birds. It is unique; do not compare
Its madly whirling grace to anything.
Just watch its curving pathway through the sky,
And learn its ways, and practice long, and try
To tame this gaudy denizen of spring.
Oh, plastic is by far too base for you,
Most noble Frisbee! Even teak won't do.
No, nothing but pure gold, so rich and fine
Could but do justice to your noble line.
They fear it will not fly? "Fear not!" I say.
I cannot throw the damn'd thing anyway.

Aloha,
Mark