The Naughty Cheshire Cat
It’s such a bother to stop for a chat
to talk to the naughty Cheshire cat;
He’s so fond of watching this mischief
disappearing eyes attest to that;
His ball of crazy? Beyond belief;
Forward just marches backward in time,
the play thing of a giggling thief;
In your eyes he squeezes sour lime;
Better to keep a distance then pause;
You could get lost in a bed of rhyme,
fueling a Cheshire cat’s naughty clause.
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