Vladimir Mayakovsky

Clouds up to tricks

High
       in the sky
                      sailed clouds.
Just four of them —
                                 none of your crowds.
From the first to the third
                                       they looked men,
while the fourth
                         was a camel.
                                              Then,
when they were well adrift,
they were joined
                          on the way
                                            by a fifth,
from which,
                   absolutely irrelevant,
ran elephant
                     after elephant.
Till —
       perhaps a sixth