Blunderland

3am thoughts scurry on dormice feet

down the rabbit hole as though late for tea

they pause only for a puff from a hookah

with a pillary sort of chap

then it's off to slay the Jabberwocky

curiouser and curiouser

they grow tweedledumber

as deeper I go into the tangles of this Blunderland

all the while my mind's gone numb

as I March to the madness that pounds like a drum

and the Hatter and Hare cannot keep my pace

now only the ax of the Queen of Hearts

can do away with this Cheshire Cat grin on my face