The staff at Appliances Online all wrote a poems about clouds and this one was deemed the favourite
Genus stratus lies low in the hills
Waiting for strays and lost wills
It cloaks the land in its mysterious shroud.
A misty blanket, a ghostly cloud.
It keeps the secrets of ancestors past,
The Earls, the Ladies, the hidden outcasts.
Don’t try to trick it, it will always know.
Respect Genus Stratus, or down you will go.