Today I Will Be Strange

I am a man who follows rules.
I view them as convention’s tools.
But I’ve decided that today
I’ll let no formal rules hold sway.
Today I will be strange.

I’ll cartwheel down the center aisle
to see if folks in church can smile.
Dessert will come before my meal.
I’ll kiss a pig to hear it squeal.
How nice to be so odd!

I’ll put my shoes on then my socks,
remove the hands from all the clocks,
stand on my head to eat my soup,
nap with the chickens in their coup.
This could become my style.

Convention says “Do this”, “Do that”
like “Hit the baseball with a bat.”
But just suppose, for quite a lark,
the ball knocks bat out of the park!
My world is upside down!

I’m not a man who likes to boast
but I’ll have ketchup on my toast
on top of octopus and squid
and then I’ll tell the world I did
the strangest things today.

But surely I’ll get locked away.
So what!  I’m strange!