Cloud 9

By Andrew Ballard

Started my day

on cloud nine

felt great

then I fell off

hit my head on eight

twinged my back on seven

gave the hips

a bloody good going over

on six five and four

missed three and two

landed face down butt up on cloud one

technically not quite rock bottom

perched precariously

I could only gaze upwards at cloud nine

just a small setback

give me a rope

onwards upwards and forwards

once you’ve been on cloud nine

you know it’s worth the hard work

to get there

stay positive

and hope it doesn’t rain

and all the clouds

piss on you.

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