Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Cloud's Life 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