By Roland E. Williams


Which poet created the weather?

Cumulus and nimbus

So poetic like

Stratus and cirrus

He was one sweet rhymer

That poet

Larger than life stratus

Choppy sea-ed cirrus

Darkest of grays nimbus

Well-stocked cumulus

Does he see

Each year

How they rise and rise

And rise

And they accompany

All that blowing

And howling

And whistling

And wheezing

Until we are all blown away?

But, oh, what kind of poet is he?

To name the clouds so beautifully,

But put us all in jeopardy!





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