Meeting the Maddest Hatter
Frankly my dears, I had never met a mad hatter in real life
He claimed to be the maddest for he was angry with his wife.
I tried to listen, but he was totally unreasonable with me.
Insisting he was too angry to listen, he was belligerent you see.
I tried to get away, but he never stopped talking.
I know it’s not polite, but I finally ran away from his squawking.
Have you met the maddest hatter? Someone asked the next day.
Yes, I have I admitted, and I quickly got away.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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