Cloud's Life Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Meandering on – as would a cloud –
I billowed bored, with nowt to do...

No, wait!

At least I tinkle on the crowd, and
On occasion, soak ‘em through!

You should see them bloody run
Without a brolly – oh the fun!

And when it’s cold, I dropp the hail,
Creating havoc – ne’er to fail!

I dump my snow a metre deep to
Trap ‘em all – I’m such a creep!

You know,

It ain’t so bad just being a cloud –
I’m really proud!




Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010























































































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