Mad As A Hatter
I pull my hat low upon my brow
My hands trembling, convulsing now
I wipe the drool from off my chin
And try to walk upright again
I stumble, screaming out a horrific sound
I have fallen once more to the ground
I cannot stop the shrieking
How many biscuits are there today?
A COPPER A WATCHMAN!
No, no n-n-n-n-no sir, I-I-I-I
Hattah Hattah Hattah Haigha
STOP IT!
It comes from within yet I know not where
I crawl now with frightful despair
I only wish to return home
Saved from the tempers which are my own
And here they come their coat of white
I have no voice to tell my plight
And yet I laugh and mumble so
Ten o-o-o-o-over six NO!
Where did everybody g-g-go?
Mommy never loved me
I want to lay in a flowerpot
OH! the butcher is raining
Now, amid my padded walls
And curdling screams of darkened halls
And arms tied tight around my side
The laughter I cannot subside
The price you pay, or so it seems
For the finest hat in all Bedleem















Devious Comments
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Can you smell these two cloths and tell me which one smells more like Chloroform?
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Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and finally for money.
Well done
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They're coming to take me away...haha.....
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i LiKE pINk anD GreEn aND BluE froSTIng oN My biRTHdAy CAke PleaSe ANd thAnkYOu! ..........
.......Gyanyanyangangyanya!!!!!!
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"Hattah Hattah Hattah Haigha"
I mean, what were you intending when you wrote it?
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"Hutch?"
"Yes?"
"Your ass still smells like ham and cheese."
I really like how you did youre homework in terms of historical context too; most people dont invest that sort of effort.
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