I Want to Live on Cloud 9

Without humor life would simply be too complicated. A lighthearted conversation in response to diabolical turmoil psycotic inlaws can sometimes create. Since divorced.. Apparently, it's hereditary!

My dear sweet husband

Bless his heart!
In reference to constant drama
his interesting family concocts
Says, "when we die, we're going to
live at least 500 clouds away
from everyone else!"
I smile at his cleverness
and say questioningly
"cloud nine?"
He kisses me and says
"Remember: do not inform
the postal service of
our address change"
And I reply
"I'll be sure to inform
the pizza man"
He says, "Make sure it's
from area cloud number nine
not six-six-six"

Author's Note

Thank God for divorce- this poem no longer applies LOL

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This was a beautiful glance in at your life and the brilliance of conversation to float us through our days.. til we reach the clouds!

[Krystal Nicole]

Ths poem was cute and funny, but very wel written. 100100 for sure!