Funny day, the sky wore mismatched socks,
sun laughed so hard it snorted clouds;
we danced on cracks, let the sidewalk talk,
spun lemonade into thunderstorm crowds.
Your kiss was a banana-peel slip of fate,
gravity forgot our names;
we belly-flopped into sunset’s plate,
came up dripping in honeyed flames.
Funny day, stitched in giggles and glittering seams,
time left its shoes in our refrigerator dreams.