In a world stitched from giggles and technicolor threads, Where clouds curl like lollipops over bright cotton beds, Lives a girl with eyes like spiraled surprise, Sipping sunshine from teacups beneath sherbet skies. Her hair’s a parade — stripes marching bold, Of lemony yellows and peppermint gold, And perched on her shoulder, aloof and divine, Is a cat with a stare that could whisper through time. Her sweater? A carnival. Loud, proud, and free, A jukebox of yarn spun from joy’s melody. Each stripe is a story, each color a shout, Of mornings worth dancing and dreams worth devout. Steam rises like laughter, all twisty and light, Telling tales to the clouds as they wander from sight. No logic, no rules, just rainbow and tea Just weird, wonderful, whimsical glee. So here’s to the art that unravels the grey, That knits us a world where we float, not just stay. Sip slow, stay odd, and if life’s ever bland Paint it in yarn and take joy by the hand. Made with love and wools