Wonderland I: The Hatter's Tale

Morning Impaired by his tremors And a troublesome cough, He turned fur into felt Before cooling things off. He drooled once or twice And grew cold in his bones, But he shaped all the felt Into all of the cones. Noon His 'venomous vipers' Grew restless again And woke as the toxins Played games with his brain. He began to see strange things And quickly grew scared When the writing desk swooped Like a ravenous bird. Aware that his dark mind Was now playing tricks, He quit work forever At ten shillings past six. Night He sat in The Tabard Where he found time to think. His skin had turned orange As he drowned in his drink. He recalled the sad day His wife took off her ring And with her cards on the table Left to marry a king. He pined for his daughter And the party he'd planned But she followed her mother To that far-away land. Later That Night While carrying a tea tray Upstairs to his bed He tripped over his hat He'd shook off with his head. He finally came to Around six the next night But from that moment on All his world was not right. WONDERLAND Wonderland: Prologue Wonderland I: The Hatter's Tale Wonderland II: The Watchmaker's Tale Wonderland III: The Hairdresser's Tale Wonderland IV: The Chef's Tale Wonderland V: The Sailor's Tale Wonderland VI: The Preacher's Tale Wonderland: Conclusion