Cloud Nine

Cloud nine – supreme and happy place
Idyllic some may say
With head in clouds in cuckoo land
Revelling in blissful day

Yet vying to beat number nine
Another tries to be
The cloud that get the vote; the stamp
The title of Happy

For consider for a short while
The matter of cloud seven
Putting its case forward to state
He’s in part seventh heaven

A cloud that is just so sublime
A cloud that is so great
He swears that hands down he beats nine
For best euphoric state!

Yet aside either of these clouds
Jostling to be so bright
I’d rather have blue skies without
A single cloud in sight

  

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