Holy Blunder

Clouds in the skies; clouds in the skies; clouds, clouds Clouds in the skies; some clustering; some cluttering Some straying; some strewing; all in one yonder Like free floating vices and flouted virtues Amongst myriad murky Stygean stratus One cumulus, shining bright and smiling white Like a lucky rich man amongst fated poor Leering, jeering, raving in sway and sashey “My one misdirected beam made him gleam” Bemused waning God Sun, “how this happened Of one breed are all clouds; running in them same Vapour-blood; façade is due to my light shed” “Oh! Idiotic white clouds! This is not good! Don’t swagger because of my one holy blunder On the day apocalyptic winds wiggle Every cloud has to melt down into drizzle”