Observed When Buying Onions

Observed when buying Onions The massive grey cloud on the sky looked like a tiger shark, open jaw ready to strike it had one shiny eye, and tore off a piece of heaven’s floor. I saw shocked angels running about one lost his harp; it fell like a comet down to earth, and landed with a thunder on the frozen wasteland of Siberia. The shark had tried to eat more then it could possible swallow, it fragmented with a limp bang and fell to ground as lumps of rain. When I looked up again the hole on heaven’s floor, had been filled in with fluffy clouds, but the angels evening choir had to do without the harp’s sweet and lyrical tunes.