Hey You Get Off of My Cloud For Contest
Hey You, get off of My Cloud.
(Sing along to the Rolling Stones, synaesthesia means songs on the brain!)
Grumpy old God woke up with a frown,
Angels heard His voice so loud,
"Do you angels hear this sound?
Hey, you, get off of my cloud!
Angels, stop acting the clown,
Clean up these feathers I found!
Hey you, get off of my cloud!
I don't want you around,
Go to Earth, that's where you're bound!
Hey you, get off of my cloud,
HEY YOU, GET OFF OF MY CLOUD!!"
Yes, God woke up grumpy and loud!
Copyright © Julie Grenness | Year Posted 2015
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