If clouds were beds then I would sleep
upon a cloud that’s soft and deep.
A cumulus cloud, that’s its name,
though as a name it’s rather lame,
because it doesn’t make you think
of fluffy clouds in which you’d sink
like into soft caressing sheets,
nor how you’d lie and dream of treats,
or winning that important game!
So, bed-cloud is a better name.
If clouds were cars then I would race
a wispy cloud, high up near space.
A cirrus cloud is what they say.
That doesn’t sound like where I’d play!
It doesn’t sound a bit like car
or sound like it could travel far.
I want a simple name that shows
a cloud that goes and goes and goes!
A cloud that’s fast and fun to use,
so, car-cloud is the name I choose.
If clouds were homes then mine would be
one stretching far as you can see.
A stratus cloud is what it’s called,
but that name doesn’t say its sprawled.
It doesn’t say a wide, flat field,
where there’d be ample space to build.
I’d build a house for everyone,
a garden where we’d play and run,
and even an enormous shed.
So, I call those home-clouds instead.
First published in Orbit, Issue 9, The School Magazine, October 2016. It is also in my poetry book, To Thyme or Not to Rhyme? (Glimmer Press, 2019).