From Mark Peacock

From Mark Peacock

Clown Cloud

Cloud to the North, you blow back and forth.
Cloud in the South, you look like my mouth.
Cloud to the East, you growl like a beast.
…but cloud in the West, oh you are the best!

You look like a clown, but not one with a frown.
One with a grin, and wild laughter therein.
A clown with a nose as red as it goes.
And hair wild like Don King brimful of Rum-Sling.

I could watch you forever, but that’s not allowed.
Oh how I’ll miss you, my friend the clown-cloud.

© Mark Peacock. 2009

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