I like the way the clouds look

steaming upon from a cook

I like when they look like

the clouds from the movie with

the old man, pudgy scout, and vivid fowl

Or like te ones from the

cartoon with the bald baby with a 

handy screw driver, panty waist, ginger

with hipster galsses, the brat with

pig-tails too tight in her skull, the 

twins with diapers filled of things

unkown, the baby that was smarter 

than the rest, and the dog that was 

Reptar at his best

Or like the one sfrom the film with

the cowboy and space ranger

that became best friends and

never left each other in danger

and the girld with the braided 

hair of yarn, the chubby evil

pig and the star-crossed lover from

potato ppie and the party-saurus

Rex that went along with the triplets

and Buster that went along with

Bullseye and the day is spent

singing to the melody

of course, you've got a friend in me

those were my favoite days

when the fireball stayed out to play

when the cotton balls that soaked

up all the rays

staring out to make sure everything 

i would never forget, be forgotten,

or set aside to decay

alll because i like when the

clouds allow me to reminisce about

the memories lost in May 

day to day