Cloudy
Out in the open spaces,
The endowed and vernacular voices,
Of the young and the old,
The strong and the bold,
This is where they lie,
These beauties upon the eye,
Growling with thunders,
Staring at others,
The gusty winds driving them,
The lords saying, “Ahem!”
What a pity of that simplicity,
No one realizes that they are the witty.
They summon their vengeance,
Agitated by negligence.
And out they burst,
Quenching mother’s thirst,
Sobbing over not being heard,
Seeking help from what’s smeared.
The lord says don’t take cover,
And mother suffers, yet recovers.
Is this relationship cloudy?
No, it’s not at all cloudy.
Waster no time, don’t just leer!
Show him love not shear but sheer.
How can you not respect one?
When he never held a gun.
Cheer around be so proud.
Keep it simple, it’s just a cloud.