The Curious Clouds

• Joella Bechara, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2022

Very, angry, angry hangry,
As ferocious as all panthers.
Hovering and then start crying,
Scaring away all the campers.
Always making others upset,
Wiggling, giggling, mostly.
Trying to create an army,
Always eating very grossly.
Always staying under shelter,
Everybody hates the clouds.
Whenever festivals come in,
The baddie scares away the crowds.
Every time the storms come in.
The clouds viciously hog the sky,
People have tried to catch the clouds,
But they couldn’t because they’re high!