A limerick gone haywire

A bird takes me flying on her fragile wings
When, up on high, she decides to sing.
Clouds pour on us making me cry
As we taxi a cumbersome sky
She doubles her bling as parachute sling.
She loves to rap, does a hip hop
Freaking out, I tell her to stop
Blinded by water, we bang into a plane
Death would give us posthumous fame.
With a shooting star, to earth we flop.