A cloud of colours and hot air <br />resembled a large Bosco pear. <br />It floated effortlessly through <br />the atmosphere above the dew. <br /> <br />Observing people, far and wide <br />it nodded and it sometimes cried. <br />I think that I shall never see <br />a cloud as uninformed as me. <br /> <br />Do you, my darling, find it odd <br />that there should be a real God. <br />And if there is why would he bless <br />this superfragilistic mess?<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-34/
