Issue Clouded Poem by Ima Ryma

Issue Clouded



U.F.O. clouds are o'er Cape Town!
Meteorologists poo poo.
O'er rough terrain some winds blow down,
And disk shaped clouds do form - they do!
Lenticular such clouds are called,
Latin for having lens like shape,
And typically do get squalled
In a setting such as the Cape.
So alien invasion - no!
Flying saucers of mere air puff.
People go crazy - doncha know!
Addicted to the E.T. stuff.

Maybe these clouds do really hide
Real U.F.Os lurking inside!

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
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