Watching clouds go by is
like watching ocean liners sailing 'cross the sea of sky
some disguised quite perfectly that I can see,as
angels on a Christmas tree,
not one nor two or three alike,here
comes one just like a bike,a man on top with
a top hat on and then it's gone,another not the same,
a vicar,dog and collar with a chain,an aeroplane,a motor car,
imagination goes too far,
a naked lady in a frame,a fig leaf covers what I shan't name,
another man upon a bike,
I do like
clouds.