It's a Mad Hatter's World
A spinning world globe just set off the center of its axis pole,
Welcome to the mad-mad Hatter’s topsy-turvy upside down
Wonderland, just another inside out hole where bunnies ware
Waist coats and fancy pocket watches!
Empty tea cups, please move down one place, as this riddler
Of whimsical nonsense speaks volumes in sheer delights oration,
In his long tuxedo top hat and tails, a gentleman amusement maker,
Whom knows how to put on the Ritz with classical distension.
It’s a mad, mad Hatter’s world after all isn’t?
The ring master of the human imagination, a carnival clown
Of wonderland but here in the mad hatter’s world of wonder,
Nothing is what it seems to be?
What a mystical place of total non-sense, just through the
Looking glass of realities rippling pool, here time is just relative,
And the mad hatter of poetic slapstick, tips his hat to all those
Whom fall through seeking a retreat from realities harsher view
On life!
Times law breaker tossing his hat high up into the air, a gentleman
Time bandit living on a no time limits schedule, but whatever sets
His fancy at that moments frozen vision!
Fancy’s fanciful character living on the edge of the glass sill of
The queen’s judgement, off with his head, existence’s rebel
Whom smiles at the Cheshire cat with an amusing antidote,
Mind your own business you noisy little pussy-cat!
A time juggler with flying tea cups and saucers, a mischievous fellow
Spewing out poetic illogical limericks as a caravel carney, waggishly
Winking at the innocent soul!
Wizard word magician of this outrageous kingdom, left off the hook
And out of control, click, clock Mr. Tick, Tock, this grandmaster of
Illogical time, but the mad hatter does it with such a blaze of savvy’s
Pointe savoir-faire as he bows hat in hand unto each new arrival.
Listen can’t you hear this artistic fellow rat-tap, tapping at the
Thin glass of the tilting mirrored timepiece, laughing out loud
As another young Alice slides down the rabbit hole of
The timeless.
On the stage of life, a royal flush takes it all, as the queen of the
Nivea heart screams off with head one last time, the hatter bows
Low unto she of noble birth, then laughingly rides off into the vast
Horizon of wonderland, waving maybe another time your majesty!
Oh time juggler tossing fifty-two pick high up into mid-air,
As the cards spin wildly with an unearthly mystical tone,
Whistling this gentleman gypsy, catches one by one in a
Shuffled deck, slides them within his vest pocket, and smiles
Slyly at Alice, shall we forth my dandy gal, for there is much to
See and experience here in this realm called wonderland!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
DEDICATED TO ANDERA HOPE YOU LIKE KIDDO
Copyright © Cherl Dunn | Year Posted 2016
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