Sizes Matter

"sizes matter" chirped the hatter before popping the size 8 and 1/4 on his head and jumping theatrically into his bed hat and clothes all snuggled into dreams "things aren't always what they seem" he muttered as he drifted slowly to slumber and counted sheep with irrational numbers shearing off some wooly fractions then arising after slumbered satisfaction to further woolgather a daytime indulgence about teas and tease, a timely innocence to tickle his taste buds, two lumps please though he oft prefers the honey of bees then he wanders off over knoll and swale to encounter his comrades and tell a tale of little girls and deep dark wells and felines with invisibility spells and ravens much like a writing desk riddles without answers, and other mess that seems to jump from head to mouth though facing south to tell the truth to let the sun shine onto his face he'd stuck with hare in tea time and place so matter-of-factly exclaims "shall I pour?" but quickly adds "sizes matter", like before © Goode Guy 2011-09-14