Ridiculous Riddles Trimeric

Rip currents of ridiculous riddles wet the chops of ink and parchment; A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts, her pen tremors ‘We’re all mad here.’ Wet the chops of ink and parchment, visit the tempestuous Queen of Hearts; Feed your mind, milk her rose garden; A poet enjoys tea and berry jam-tarts drifting off into a golden afternoon; Teaspoons paddle a sea of nonsense; Her pen tremors ‘We’re all mad here. Stop the infected pocket watch! To write you must live in the moment.’