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The Hatter's Revenge

A Poem by Holly Morningstar

By Holly MorningstarPublished 5 years ago 2 min read

Often, had the hatter

Set out silver luncheon platter

And teapots and teacups, to be sure

Still, had the hatter had her

In the former, not the latter

Then perhaps he would have set a little more

Pondering, he waited

As his thoughts were congregated

Just to be thrown about his mind, again set free

No sooner than he'd plated

Was the dormouse all sedated

He'd been waiting ages by the thousands just to see

When this girl would be arriving

While she'd been absent, they'd been dining

But not in any manner manageable to you or me

They'd been moving, they'd been swapping

They'd been serving, they'd been topping

They'd done just about everything, aside from having tea

By this time when time was timeless

When she did all but stay in kindness

And the girl asked only for a rabbit she did not know

The hatter's hat aflap with chatter

The jam he spread was spreading splatter

His smile affixed with each excuse for her to go

Then this rabbit comes in jumping

While he's been busy sugar lumping

And the smile across his face begins to fade

He's been kindly, he's been kingly

He's been giving and Kris Kringley

But now he ponders poignant prospects of throwing shade

And as the rabbit starts to leaving

The hatter makes haste to halt and thieving

And slams his watch upon the table for all to bare

Just as the rabbit starts to reason

The hammer hatter holds is brought to feast on

The rabbit's watch as watching wilts his visage to despair

Now the hatter says he's fixing

But all around can see he's mixing

The condiments and confections into the gears

He's been waiting, he's been watching

Now this pocket watch is botching

All the plans for tea he'd set and sat in all these years

And now the hatter hands it broken

To the rabbit who's barely spoken

The rabbit shivers as the hatter sits himself aglee in gloom

The girl's a little shaken

As she reaches for a chair that's not been taken

Then the hatter yells right at her "No room!"

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About the Creator

Holly Morningstar

Dare I dream of a world where creativity does not illustrate the thoughts, ideas and dreams of the individual across the sea of the united, so its lessons, ponderings and wonders may not colour the many-shaded greys of an artless world?

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