the mad hatter
the mad hatter has lost his hat
his suspenders have fallen to the ground
the turquoise bow tie has popped a knot
his orange belt has buckled and lost-a-loop
the purple shoes are worn of their inner sole
the entire haberdashery of colour temporarily muffled
nonetheless, the hatter has gone hog wild
his birthday suit exhibits him in a semi-formal fashion
he's covered "dickie" in black and white striped boxers
golden socks adorn his hairy legs
indigo blue garnishes his bewildered hair
a reddened third eye tattoos his crusty belly button
the hatter has become the life of the party
answering riddles with imperceptible questions
he's gone from beyond rude, to uber polite
the dissipating mercury mending his outrageous behavior
politeness and conventionality mask his new persona
the Orwellian secret agent
thank you,
joseph pede
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