This is a test run,
Seeing if the problem’s fixed,
To load photographs.
It’s great to see it, the blue sky so azure like, and clouds a plenty.

As complex as simple is.
This is a test run,
Seeing if the problem’s fixed,
To load photographs.
It’s great to see it, the blue sky so azure like, and clouds a plenty.

Let’s go for a walk,
Then the phone rang, and she talked,
Until it was late.
The clouds shaped up fine,
And in cool splendour floated,
Across the blue sky.
I wonder, ‘if’, now,
If I could get out and roam,
Where would I go to?
Spring and freshly green,
Frequently and breeze kissed seen,
Leaves verdant imprints.
Blue as the clear sky,
Pale by the suns brilliance,
The playground of clouds.
Today’s cloud patterns,
Amuse and fascinate me.
White stylings on blue.

The day’s heating up,
Catch the cooling breezes few.
The fan’s working hard.
I got my dates wrong,
But, back on track now, I hope!
It was a good break.

A bright sunny day,
A field caught my morning eye,
With colours banding.
It’s Friday, yippee!!
The clouds are rolling in now.
Grey and filled with rain.
Forty two stories,
The Paddington Banana,
Gets a green-ish light!

What more can I say,
Music’s the language of love!Let me play along.
Took some time off work,
Wandering around London,
Coffee tastes so good.
I have things to do,
So taking it easy now,
Getting these things done.
The day is so nice,
The clouds forming playful shapes.
Makes me start to guess.
I wrote a few lines,
They have just disappeared,
Here is some new stuff.

I should be working,
But the trains rocking goes on,
Makes me want to sleep.
The sky has great clouds,
Some large and like mountains high,
Some small and many.

There are some that stretch,
Across the sky in layers,
Drifting ever on.
Grey clouds fill the skies,
Wind charged and heavy with rain,
Each drop picks its spot.
Greasy Grey’s delay,
Brexit madness lingers on,
Now spin again Ma’am!
The kettle’s boiling,
The tea bag fears the scolding,
Blackness fills the space.