☁️ x – From a cloud’s perspective
“I was just floating along
minding my own business
when this geezer spots me;
he starts purple prosing me,
in like a poetic way;
he gets all rhymey and rhythmic-like…
Well, I wanted to breeze on out of there;
but, I was just floating around
over the ‘ills and the vales;
not much I could do really,
just had to wait for the old Zephyr to pick up
and blow me out of there.
He waffles on for a while, and then…
well I’ll be blowed
he decides to call his poem ‘Daffodils!’
I mean, I started it off,
what’s wrong with ‘Cloud’ as a title?
Wish I hadn’t bothered catching his eye –
ingrate!”
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