Cloudy Thoughts

If I could climb on top of a cloud I’d have the world’s coziest mattress A cumulus quilt that’s softer than down And beneath it, a silk sheet of stratus A nimbus puff to pillow my head With matching lenticular duvet And perhaps I’d get an extra set In sunset pink and stormy gray Some say I must surely be insane For I’d be doomed if out of bed I fell But in the likeliest event of rain I’m more worried that my bed will wet itself.