Idk if you would call this a poem, but... Oh well. I also made this at 11:30 pm so I was pretty tired.
The calming feel of watching clouds on a warm summer day
They drift by slowly, the soft breeze pushing them along
Two friends are making shapes out of the clouds, pointing at the sky
They find horses, flowers, and one friend spots the entire Power Rangers team
When they ask the other friend what they see, the other friend says 'something dirty'
It took the other friend to figure out what the other was talking about
When they realized, they snorted and the other friend laughed
Two hours later, the sun went down, and the two friends went their separate ways
Knowing that would be in the same place tomorrow
