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Mad Hatter me

Mad Hatter me

Some days I jibber and jabber like the Mad Hatter
Sitting at a table drinking cups of tea
Imagining I am participating in a tea party,
How joyful and glorious my guests would be
Maybe I will offer them some scones and cream
And a sweet serving of strawberry preserve on the side,
Then I as the Mad Hatter dances my little jig
Is this me losing my mind?
Then I realise in truth we are all quite mad here,
And Alice runs amok with the white rabbit all around the place
And I hear the dormouse smiling as the cat has a wide grin across its face
And Tweedledee and Tweedledum dance with the Queen of Hearts
She screams at the top of her voice 'off with their heads' and we all frantically laugh,
For we all know her sense of humour and it is very dark
And as I sit here thinking this and imagining this lark
I am taken back to reality within a single spark,
For it's back to the mundane drudgery
And the never ending routine
But hey I enjoy the stories within my mind
As a result if books I read,
See reading takes you away from life
It's an escapism thing,
This in truth you see, is the reason that I love to read.
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Fauxcroft

Poetess you are a kind soul I very much appreciate your support and comments. You humble me. :)Β 
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Fauxcroft

Poetess you are a kind soul Alnd I very much appreciate your support and comments. You humble me. :)Β 

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