LANDAYS FOR AUGUST

Being half-blind does not help a Cloud

Surveyor, as the moisture turns loud.

Wipers squeaking as they must and all.

I’ve an eye for the ice diamonds ball.

My puffy coat of steam keeps me warm

While I slog for the Cloud Queen’s ol’ Carn.

Trouble is growing in our

Sky,

The folks have gone a spreading of lies.

Now, you know as well as I do

Ice diamonds are natural, but phoo

A factory is blowing steam

Through some chemicals

Making ice gleam

But people go cold and get sick

Without it, and I gotta find, ick,

Hidden FrostTech before they take

Our homes. They want to turn out fakes

In the meantime, robbing gems of

Their value, me of a job, and love.

The Queen was sure the difference was

Clear, but she believes me now because

The Carnival is flooded with crud

And we are getting so heavy we’re mud!

A cloud world can’t stay, well, up in

The sky, if we’re closing closer than

We ever have been to fog! We

May as well be pollution

You see.

I see a light future for my

Beloved Queen with ice diamond skies.