The Lonely Cloud Poem by Phil Soar

I wandered lonely as a cloud
Whatever does that mean?
I've never seen a lonely cloud
They're usually accompanied
They amble around in squadrons
And dump all of their trash
They drop their bombs from way up high
And they land with such a bash

Sometimes they share accompanyments
Of lightening and of thunder
They orchestrate our weathers fate
And never fail to blunder
So if you see a lonely cloud
Who seems to be off course
Perhaps loan it your sat nav
And show it some remourse