I wrote this one a few weeks ago on the way home from work. I was rather pleased. I'm going to switch to 3 days a week for a while - Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays - as I've been trying to do a bit more writing so doodling less. That and I'm a bit spaced out on the commute to my new job - but that will settle down, I'm sure.
Jet-Pack Cloud Engineer #1
It's driving down with rain again
like giant dragon tears.
It's driving like a racing car
that's changing through the gears.
I wonder if the clouds must pass
an annual safety test,
like Mummy's car, which failed last year
and was sadly laid to rest?
I wonder who maintains the clouds,
and keeps them filled with rain,
and unblocks all the holes beneath
so it can fall again?
And do they use a ladder
to climb up to the sky?
Or do they wear a jetpack,
lift off the ground, and fly?
And if they use a jetpack,
do they service that as well?
Or is it someone else's job
to keep it running swell?
And do they live together
so that they can work from home?
Or do they have an office
with a desk and chair and phone?
I think they might be broken,
the clouds up in the sky.
I think there's something wrong with
their electricity supply.
They're making banging noises
like they're full of loosened parts,
and in between they're flashing
like a dodgy light switch sparks.
It's louder than you would expect,
too loud to just be rain;
sounds more like cogs and bolts and springs
upon the window pane.
Then Mummy calls me for my tea
and as I make my way downstairs,
I think the jetpack engineer
must not easily get scared.
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