Friday, June 11, 2010

Mischief Maker

One could well imagine a bright malevolent eye
Taking a vicious peek at you from way up in the sky!
Who knows what sneaky creature is lurking way up there,
To spoil your human pleasures from way up in the air?
You haven't an umbrella, and It seems to know that fact;
It also knows without a doubt exactly how you'll act.
As soon as the dank dark drops descend you'll rush off helter skelter
In some mad effort to seek and find a place where you can shelter.
But It knows your location, where there isn't a single tree,
And It knows just how wet and woeful you are going to be!
Listen! Is that thunder? No! It's It, would you believe,
Rolling around the sky with mirth and laughing up It's sleeve!


I do look rather trivial (the little person's me!)
Clutching, with great passion, Ned Kelly's enormous knee!
He's a sort of folk-hero (really he was a rogue),
But now he is an icon, Kelly items are in vogue.
He wore this heavy helmet to evade the bullets flying
But he ended on the gallows, ignominiously dying.
'Such is life' were his final words as he finally said goodbye.
Ned Kelly's been dead many years, but the legend will never die.


Margaret Gosden said...

Your rime is more descriptive than the cloud itself - such imagination!

Sylvia K said...

Perfect words as always, Brenda! No one does it better and they're perfect for your photo! Hope you have a great weekend!


eileeninmd said...

Wonderful poem and perfect for your skywatch photo.

Kim, USA said...

Hmmm seems like the sun is shy. ^_^ Happy Friday!