Clouds Poem by Tango

The clouds go scudding overhead,
there's one, it's a loaf of bread.
Another, is a galloping horse,
thats a man with a pack on his back, of course.
A whale goes floating across the sky,
there's a pig, coming out of his stye.
A giant duck, just waddles past,
I can see a deer, eating grass,
There's a dog, waving it's paw,
that's a lion, of that I'm sure.
What a shame, now there's only a sky of blue,
isn't it amazing, what a little imagination can do.