Ice Cream Clouds

Ice Cream Clouds
by Stephen Sheridan Boland IV

As I look deep into the bright blue sky
and see the white clouds drifting on by,
I think they look so much like smooth ice cream.
Then I am drifting into a dream
where I can leave the yucky ground and fly
and give the cool, yummy clouds a try.
Oh how much I would scream for joy aloud
if I could taste a vanilla cloud.

Whenever it's almost time for a storm,
the clouds then take on a whole new form.
As I see the tasty clouds growing dark,
I wish I had the wings of a lark.
To those fluffy clouds I would love to soar
and treat my taste buds right to the core.
Oh how much I would scream for joy aloud
if I could taste a chocolate cloud.

Oh the bright red color the clouds all get
when the sun has begun to set.
If only gravity would set me loose
So my tongue could touch the fruity juice.
If I could just ride the setting sun's beam
and bite into the sky's fruity cream.
Oh how much I would scream for joy aloud
if could taste a strawberry cloud.

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