In The Clouds

I live in an olive-green house in the clouds,
At night the stars twinkle with me all around-
And pigs swoop around on their feathery wings-
Telling queer little stories
Of bacon and things-
And the man in the moon sometimes visits my door
He’s seen every adventure from Japan to Tumkur
And I treasure whenever a bird comes up here
Though they rarely fly by, they bring lots of good cheer
Occasionally a monkey climbs up from Belize
They’re regular comedians, but often bring fleas.
We can often spy big astronauts on the moon
They bring huge clunky ships,
Bid us afternoon,
I’ve heard instead of pink clouds, you have rivers and lakes-
Your planet must be an interesting place.

Reviews

[bobby]

Otherworldly visions dance in my of head pink elephants and joke telling monkeys! Funny read :)