A Trip Beyond

shout the table long

a mile or so along

to the hatter at the end

his words are a song

heard above the throng

th'table has a bend

the hatter begins to send

the rabbit waiter around

the rabbit in trend

the rabbit to fend

th'hunger-making sound

with the five legged turkey

and the beetle bread that's ground

th'texture of jerky

the table cloth was found

off the newly dead

some guy the hatter calls Fred

who was an emu racer

and I start to dread

that he's baked in th'bread

but I'm pulled t'face Her

the color of eraser

from the flow of old red wine

she starts to trace her

want tha'I embrace her

with these arms of mine

but we're caught her 'round th'table

as the hatter starts to whine

about some fable

of blonde girl one time

"she was on a trip

they say the tea she would sip

in fact it was the merlot

turkey on th'tongue tip"

he said with a hat flip

then he let it go

in a flourish and a show

floating off into th'abyss

murmuring "you know,

the wine starts to flow

and you'll maybe miss

th'rushing green place known as home

where you'd hold the girl and kiss

beneath the blue dome"

cheshire kitty hiss

at th'giggle and blush

of the flirtatious red lush

with that wide-eyed long blue stare

young girl with a crush

hatter says to hush

lays the event bare

has a story he wants t'share

from a mile across th'table

in his high backed chair

for this is his lair

"here we don't label

things as you normally would

the Cain becomes the Abel

we throw of the hood

much as we're able

in that train of speech

you sir, I will begin t'teach

just how our fine system works

think beyond your reach

like spitting-blood leach

justice done by clerks

American-Mongol Turks

common everlasting love

and similar perks

like no angry smirks

that and the above

the future becomes the past

the push will not lead to shove

your marriage will last

with that girl you love

time has ceased t'matter

for I am the Mad Hatter

I command that you, sir, live

despite mind tatter

first is the latter

and Alice, that's her,"

pointing to th'girl at my right

"hold her close, never let go"

I look her in th'eyes

if ever, I know

for the second time

or the tenth this is my fair charge

the beauty wants one trite thing

wherever in time

we are, she wants me.