By C. Ronald Curmudgeon
As a cloud schooner
Soaring into new once never achieve heights.
Seemingly effortlessly levitating into
An Azure sky.
While floating ever so gracefully over crowds of
Olympians on measured fields of lime green turf.
The sleek cloud craft
It soars ever so
Effortlessly and it wings so easily cutting the
White Clouds into tiny puffs like
Q-tips scattering about.
On and on the air boat weightlessly soars
As if gravity
Was of no matter.
The majestic air vessel soars
Higher and higher like
A silver monarch making its way.
Into Stratosphere of ever deeper blue.
Ever so much higher it seems to rise
To never before reached heights.
One could only surmise
This my facebook friends
Must be the singular
Sterling image of the majestic
The one and only
C. Ronald lives with his unidentified secret spouse Sheba in a commune of aged hippies where they grow smokable broccoli and raise two hump lamas.