Sharp Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Cuddling my imaginary friend,
One day... The Wind decides,
To whisk him straight away,
I can't believe my eyes.

Summoning Clouds to testify,
They resorted to pleading the fifth,
I cautioned why do such a thing,
They exclaimed, 'Cause all is myth'

Our Lawyer said to be quiet,
Or the Sun would make us pay,
A price so terrible to say,
The Earth would kneel and pray.

The Judge could not endorse it,
The sentence was handed down,
The Clouds would be imprisoned,
Until the truth was found...


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