Limericks
Limericks (may 2025)
Above the clouds I used to soar,
As a child, I'd dream even more,
To ziplock the skies,
And bottle their highs,
For flights I'd adore and explore.
As a child, I'd plan and delight,
To gather clouds all fluffy and light.
In a bag they would stay,
For the next flight away,
My pockets brimming with flight's white.
Above the clouds I used to spy,
As a child, how they drift and go by.
With a ziplock in hand,
I'd gather their band,
And save a fluffy piece of sky.
