My partner has a cloud that goes in and out with him,
And what can be the use of it is more than he can limn.
It's there in the morning and there at sleeping time.
And follows him to town while the house is in sunshine.
The cars pull out when I arrive for easy parking places,
He wonders if they're mystified at giving up their spaces,
Statistically speaking one can't be too assured, but he
Thinks I'm very lucky so he's sticking close to me.
He stops to go to shops and it unzips down a shower
To let him know devotion and also who's got power.
As he turns for home it packs its bags, scudding after him.
To greet with open arms and another drenching whim.
That's not to say he's paranoid or prone to being glum,
He's my perfect match with an equilibrium,
That's why he lives with me, I'm an optimistic soul
I gnomen count the sunny hours - I find him rather droll.