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