Tuesday, September 23, 2008

A poem about the curly clouds outside my work window

The clouds outside my window are
So coyly swirly curly,
I'm not sure if they're furling up,
Or if they are unfurly.


Ampersand Duck said...

unfurly what?

unfurly accused of being clouds?
unfurly associated with the wrong types?

TimT said...

Better unfurly than unruly.

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