"sizes matter" chirped the hatter before popping the size 8 and 1/4 on his head and jumping theatrically into his bed hat and clothes all snuggled into dreams
"things aren't always what they seem" he muttered as he drifted slowly to slumber and counted sheep with irrational numbers shearing off some wooly fractions
then, arising after slumbered satisfaction to further woolgather a daytime indulgence about teas and tease, a timely innocence to tickle his taste buds, two lumps please
though he oft prefers the honey of bees he then wanders off over knoll and swale to encounter his comrades and tell a tale of little girls and deep dark wells
and felines with invisibility spells and ravens much like a writing desk riddles without answers, and other mess that seems to jump from head to mouth
though facing south to tell the truth to let the sun shine onto his face he'd stuck with hare in tea time and place so matter-of-factly exclaims "shall I pour?"
BilliegirlNotre-dame de la Salette, Quebec CanadaSep 17, 2011
Very witty write
cafetwo2010Harford county, Maryland USASep 17, 2011
Another mysterious kind of riddle with razor wit and in a class all by itself. A colorful and teasing tale with extraordinary imagination..Your work definately needs to be preserved in my opinion.
PinkpoetressClarksburg, West Virginia USASep 17, 2011
GoodGuy, Another excellent write. I like it so much. Take care.
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Another excellent write. I like it so much. Take care.
...he'd stuck with hare in tea time and place so matter-of-factly exclaims "shall I pour?" Why, yes, how lovely.