I wandered lonely
as a sheep,
thinking many sheepish thoughts,
though none were deep;
I wondered for a while upon
where the other sheep had gone.
Whilst munching grass
and chewing cud,
across the fields
like a cloud
I’d scud.
‘I wandered lonely,
as only a super-heated Martian space-cloud can;
Along with my fifty-seven thousand cloned ‘equivalents’;
I am certainly a lonely, little green Martian man.
Beside the molten lava lake;
beneath the erupting volcanoes of Sector 2,
I could see the home planet communication tendrils,
fluttering and dancing
In the cyber-cyclonic deep space breeze.’
☁️ 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!”
