Anthony Davis, member 11945, of St-Plantaire, France, recently sent in this aptly themed poem for our amusement.
On First Looking into The Cloudspotter’s Guide
(with apologies to John Keats)
Much have I travell’d in the sunlit wold
And many a cumulus humilis have seen;
Round many cloudless regions have I been
Which are seductive, travel agents hold.
Oft of those radiant spots had I been told,
(For instance, Thomas Cook is very keen),
Yet did I never value cloudy scenes
Till I heard Pinney speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When some new cloud-forms swam into his ken;
Or, like stout Howard in weather-grading guise,
Stared at the various clouds; while other men
Look’d at each other in complete surprise,
Silent in a Quakers’ London den.
© Anthony Davis