Happy Cloud Stories

  I'm called monster, beast and villain, Devil, brute and fiend. When you are a Demon, People can be quite mean. It's not all fun and games, You'd see it is hard work. None are less looked up to. You think we are just jerks. It's hard to look like this- With large horns and deep red skin. With fangs that don't fit in my mouth over sharp and jutting chin. You can say I look unique, at best. People run away and scream. Can you imagine what that does To a Demon's self esteem? Don't get me started on the horns! They get caught on everything! Branches, doorways, spider webs, Wind chimes and silly string. There's no clothing made for us. That's why we're fashion fails- Hats won't fit misshapen heads, Jeans have no holes for tails. And I work in a real Hell hole. That is a literal  claim. As bad as you think your office is, At least there's no sulfuric flames. The water cooler's always hot, There is no central air. We have these dumb stabili

You'd think it fun as a ghost, But you have not thought it through. We have more problems than most. These laments I share are so true. I used to love drink and feast! How I loved burgers and fries! But now eating and dining has ceased- I can only enjoy with my eyes. Dressing up to go out was so fun! I'd wear makeup and don a nice blouse! But since this ghost life has begun I found I cannot leave this house! Can you hear the boredom in my voice? I twiddle my thumbs for ages! Even reading is no longer a choice When your fingers pass through the pages. And the new tenants have horrible taste! You should see what they've done with my room! Orange paint slapped on with such haste. And ugh!  You should smell her perfume! And it's I they have tried to evict! With "exorcists" and bundles of sage. Trust me, it's not them I'd have picked! Their awful habits fill me with rage! She picks her nose and he chews too loud, Dirty dishes piling up in the sink. Whoever

  "Ok, ok, are we all here? Welcome to our meeting. I guess we can get started Now we finished with that greeting." Elephant Seal cleared his throat, Addressing the Town Hall. Their community was very close, Although it was quite small. Many of the inhabitants Learned together they must stick In order to build happy lives In the cold and vast Arctic. They opened up by counting heads And seeing who was there. Harp Seal, Walrus, Arctic Fox, Reindeer and Polar Bear. Elephant Seal began to speak, But quickly was disrupted. The Hare had raised her little paw, And gently interrupted. "Excuse me, Sir, I am sorry For cutting in this way. But I note Puffin's not here- Did you see him today?" Elephant Seal looked around, And whisperings were heard. Each was asking their neighbor, "Have you seen the Bird?" "We should go check up on him, He had planned to attend. We must know why he is not here And look after our friend." Out of the Hall they filed out,

  On the outskirts of a northern state,  There is a special town. Boo-Ville's not like any place  You've ever been around. The people are, though quite nice,  Unlike you've ever seen- They are the types you would meet only on Halloween! There is a family we will meet  And their last name is Jones. They are kind and fun and loving and  Oh! Made out of bones! Their son, whose name is Mikey, is a boy about your age. He is very much like you, but you see his rib cage. One Sunday morning, Mikey awoke And he began to yawn. But what was this?  His arm was missing! Where could it have gone? He knew he had it yesterday, That's how he ate his dinner- But did he have it before bed? On that thought things were dimmer. "I have to go retrace my steps And think of where I lost it. If my mother finds this out, I know she'll have a fit!" Last night he went to his friend's house After finishing his meal. He decided to start there first, Maybe he would know the deal. He

It has been a month, it has been non-stop.  You may think my story is over the top. This poltergeist that lived in my room Had filled me with fear and filled me with doom. It started when I came home from school One day in the Fall, the air turning cool. Inside more then, I noticed the change- Things moving around, which I thought  quite strange. First, items would be in one place, then another. I thought that maybe it had been my brother. He denied any participation, Which only increased my feelings of frustration. Then books began to fall on the floor. I would see shadows at the closet door. Rattling chains, and moans filled the space. At night I'd pull covers up over my face. The toys in my room would circle and spin. Then they'd fall down, causing a loud din. Mom would yell out, "Stop all that noise!" But it wasn't me throwing the toys. I tried to explain, it was the ghost and not me! But she didn't believe, she refused to see. I finally decided, rather th

People seem to admire Vampires, But they've no idea what it requires. Flying as bats?  Eternal life? Yes, but you're not accounting for strife. Italian food, yes?  You love it so? For Vampires, that cuisine's a no-no. A nice bolognese, meaty and thick? Not when it comes with fresh garlic! We get stressed too, and we need a break! It's hard dodging things that can be used as a stake! But no restful beach with oceans to splash. Not when the sun can turn you to ash. And how can I know if my cape is on straight? Or if I look tired, unkempt or look great? How do you tell if you're a mess or perfection When, in a mirror, you have no reflection? And yes, it is cool to walk on the ceiling. I must admit it's a really cool feeling. But it is a chore when your wife expects, Out of the corners, you to clear all insects. "But you can turn into a bat, and fly far away! Soaring the skies!  That's cool!" do you say? Yes it is nice to float on the breeze, But you m

  My brow is furrowed, my lips are pursed. What's troubling me?  I am cursed. It's been this way for quite some time. Will it last my whole lifetime? Every time the moon is full, I feel the change, I feel the pull. Slowly I start to transform- It has become my dreaded norm. My teeth grow sharp, my hair grows long. The urge to howl becomes strong. Eventually I'm on all fours, My claws click-clacking on the floor. My hearing becomes more acute. I engage in late, midnight pursuits. My eyes begin to glow bright red, Within my newly furry head. I twitch and shake my brand new tail. I start to growl and start to wail. I feel the need to go outside And let the moonlight be my guide. I slink behind a group of trees, Scent of trick-or-treaters on the breeze. I see them and I start to stalk My targets down the busy block. Behind them I discreetly creep Until they're alone-and then I leap! Biting the air, I snarl and growl- But laughter is all I hear them howl. Cracking up, they g

On the outskirts of a northern state,  There is a special town. Boo-Ville's not like any place  You've ever been around. The people are, though quite nice,  Unlike you've ever seen- They are the types you would meet only on Halloween! There is a family we will meet  And their last name is Jones. They are kind and fun and loving and  Oh! Made out of bones! Their son, whose name is Mikey, is a boy about your age. He is very much like you, but you see his rib cage. One Sunday morning, Mikey awoke And he began to yawn. But what was this?  His arm was missing! Where could it have gone? He knew he had it yesterday, That's how he ate his dinner- But did he have it before bed? On that thought things were dimmer. "I have to go retrace my steps And think of where I lost it. If my mother finds this out, I know she'll have a fit!" Last night he went to his friend's house After finishi