Hatter Poems - Poems about Hatter

Mad as a hatter is a phrase that came naturally about In the eighteen hundreds hatmakers were going insane Using mercuric nitrate, which removed skin from pelts A poison that had them acting funny, going postal Another phrase that came along much later In deference to postal workers who went insane From the mundane repetitiveness of their jobs....

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I feel the monster's ravenous intent slide down the lump in my throat, As my mere existence is waning comparably, I slowly begin to lose hope What once was a warm and loving embrace from a truth that was solid as gold Now's only ashes in shackles and freckled with lies that are waiting to be told The pain...

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What a fashionable day to be in Wonderland! quaffing a piping mug of peppermint tea clamped into my manic hands sprinkled in three spoons of that sticky, drippy powder of craziness with a side of derangement tarts served on a golden platter all I need to balance my appetite for keeping my soul content with this fairy tale madness!...

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What if the mad hatter is not mad at all? This was asked by two people I met in the hall What if he is the sane one, and crazy are we? I thought about it a second and said “make that three”....

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I have met the craziest mad hatter of all. Is he mad? Is he bad? Is he goofy? Is he tall. He is a shrimp with bad teeth, and he is small. Does he do weird things? Is he a bell of the crazy bird ball? This hater is Celtic, mystical, and was born in a caul. He is a...

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Mad hatter rabbit, down, down down, in the the hole of time, round, round, around the clock tells us lies, jump in the middle of the abyss Forget all the people that you won't miss, down, down down, Mad rabbit you lost your mind, The center of a clock can never be described, We are all mad down here, We lost our...

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The hard rumor followed me out the door Down the hill and past the grapefruit store I could not believe it, was it forevermore? The rumor said mad hatter had left for summer shore. What about his cat? Asked one who loved gore. Is it okay? Did a raven eat it up past its core? The cat is fine, said my...

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Crazy hatter rode a fluffy sheep to London Town Ready to create hats for everyone all around. His subjects were excited, thrilled, tickled, and wound. For they had never had a hatter in London Town....

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Crazy, Psycho, Mad, Craziest we have ever had, Tall hat, Matted hair like a rat, Speakes in riddles, With everything he fiddles, Hands constantly moving, Brain fast-moving, Tea's his fav, About everything he'll rave, Why is a raven like a writing desk?...

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I was sitting on the wall And I suffered a great fall Stupid horses came around Couldn’t see me on the ground Then of course, Kings men attend None of them knew how to mend They kicked off my pieces, scattered Left me lying ruined, shattered Then Mad Hatter picked my bits Took me home in paper sheets Glued me thoroughly, with care And his company,...

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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...

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In Hatter's garden, roses speak. But, of course, as the Queen of Flowers, roses are pretty prideful. Red with passion, these roses command, Allowing not a word of opposition. Such regal beings are worthy of royalty. On the other hand, a cat, such as I, dare not be a jester, Or receive a bouquet lovely...

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They may mock me, but soon they shall see I never wanted them to simply agree. I don't have to always be right, not necessarily. I just want them to realize all this time I could see The truth of the matter in this reality And the lies they impose upon us inhumanely....

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He is not THE mad hatter, but rather the tea pouring mad hatter. What is the difference? I asked. The ghosts made a clatter. He’s crazy like the other, but he does not incessantly chatter. And he pours tea into soups, sandwiches, and raw chocolate batter....

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Medieval Tweedells falling Alice trial and error Fickle Corea funk....

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