By: Brittany
A Poem About The Mad Hatter
As I know,
As I am,
We are slow
To Understand
As we live
We surely break
And to give
Is to take.
So I don’t
Know what it means
And I don’t
Normally think things
That make no sense
Or of dreams
That make me tense
And rip my seams
And it’s most true
Most certainly that
It’s nothing new
Curiosity killed the cat
But I can’t ignore
Those stupid words
And I have to explore
Them like birds
In a flock
Or he way hands
Explore a clock
As time expands.
What does it mean?
What could it be?
My mines eye is keen,
So it couldn’t be me
That’s in the way
With figuring out
What in the day
Those words are about.
But come now
It makes no sense
Honestly, how!
IT MAKES NO SENSE!
Oh this is bad,
I’m afraid you’ll find
I’m stock raving Mad.
I’ve gone out of my mine.
So with nothing to lose
May I ask
This riddle to confuse
Hidden by a mask
But I’ll love you
If you tell me
And if you do
I’ll shout “Calloh!”
I’ll show “Callay!”
And that’s the end
Of a perfect day
My good friend
Hahaha...
Brittany, I love this poem...
<3
~*~The_Martyr~*~
