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Crazy Day

It started wrong, or so I thought.
This day, it seemed, was clearly fraught
with doom, despair and hopeless gloom.
A dark haze settled over all the room
as I stepped from bed to face the dread
alive in my soul and circling my head.
No fun on this bland day.

But the pesky Black Cloud that woke me at six,
friendly, cute and full of fun tricks,
challenged my thinking and wanted to play
in this \"let\'s take a chance\" unusual day.
So, Cloud and I devised a plan
to shape the day in ways that pan
convention\'s predictable course.

Dressed in pink shorts and red tennis shoes,
a v-neck T-shirt in four shades of blue,
I entered the steamy shower stall,
New York Yankees hat and all,
soaped up a bit just here and there.
Oh, Cloud and I are quite a pair!
The fun had just begun.

I dried off completely with diced apricots;
believe you me, it took quite a lot!
My shirt I wore turned inside out,
put on my jeans that were quite stout
from soaking during the shower time
in applesauce and seaweed brine.
That caused a little chafe.

Now came the task of socks and shoes,
and here I share some happy news,
Black Cloud suggested that we try
a way that no one can deny
is just a little looney-tunes,
like eating caramel and prunes.
Shoes first and then the socks.

When I went out to see my friend,
he stared, then said:  \"I will pretend
that you\'ve still got your wits intact
when I observe, in point of fact,
it looks like your are under strain,
and you\'ve completely lost your brain!\"
He held no punches back!

I\'ve had time since to think this through
and I confess I hardly knew
the pain of eccentricity
from my ill conceived complicity
with Black Cloud who, Oh by the way,
blew off to play another day.
He never said \"Goodbye\".

So now I dress with care and style
and think of that strange little while
when up was down and right was wrong.
It was a very lovely song,
just slightly flat and well off key.
The other side of mixed-up me.
I am just who I am.

Again, you ask?  Well, I just might.
Who knows when Black Cloud could delight
to float into a midnight dream
and conjure up a crafty scheme?
If and when he does appear,
he\'ll find one rule is very clear:
Shoes on first, then the socks!