Poem: "The Bumblebug"

This poem came from the March 1, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by prompts from minor_architect, aldersprig, and siege.  It was sponsored by janetmiles.

As the new century stretched out
and Mars and other promised lands
remained stubbornly out of reach,
people began to grumble:  "Where's the future
we were supposed to see?  Where's my flying car?"

"It's all just a pipe dream,"
said the aeronautics engineer.
"There will probably never be a flying car,
unless Volkswagon somehow manages
to build a Bumblebee.

Five years later, the first Hummel  hit the line.
It had a squat black body with bright yellow wings
that buzzed noisily as it took off.  Like its namesake,
it should not have been able to fly,
but it did.