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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
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
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Hatter
Drink from my cup
sit in my chair
hurry hurry
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
Walk
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
a gulp
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
maybe three?
Quickly quickly
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
Switch chairs
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
the cup
the drum
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
with me
you see?
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party wi
Literature
Good day, Mr. Hatter
Good day, Mr. Hatter
Why oh dear, what's the matter?
What could be so bad,
as to make you sad,
on a day so bright and new?
Good day, Mr. Hatter,
perhaps if I sit with you I can,
make you laugh, and make you smile,
and sometime in that while,
draw you out of your dark and dreary mood.
Good day Mr. Hatter, yes I'd love a cup of tea!
Though I cannot quite understand,
why that involves your hand upon my knee,
or why you're so insistent,
on holding hands with me.
But you're right,
it is rather nice,
and is that a smile I see?
Good day, Mr. Hatter, what is that you say?
A kiss upon my cheek?
I suppose it could cause no harm,
no
Literature
Malice in Wonderland
Well it's a drugged out dream world;
Take a step through the looking glass.
One wrong move, it's off with your head,
with blood painting the roses red.
So it's welcome to Wonderland, baby.
We hope you enjoy your stay..
Where dreams are shattered and thrown away;
We're all mad here, and our razor-sharp smiles
will guide your way.
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This piece was inspired by my Haloween Costume This year
A little backround information on this piece, if you dont understand most of what's going on in this piece, you might want to search Mad As A Hatter and Bedlem (Or Bethlehem Royal Hospital) This poem is set in 1814, the last year Bedlem resided in the buildings in Moorfields. I chose this time because it was near the end of the "show of Bethlehem" which I wanted to have as a visual and moving image in this poem. Once again if you don't know anything about the origins of the phrase mad as a hatter or the history of Bedlem hospital I seriously urge you to look it up, I think you will find it very interesting. (On a side note, for anyone who really really knows their history, they might notice that while the poem is set in 1814, the phrase "Mad as a hatter" is not used in common use in England until around 1837, nevertheless, it was a phrase in its infancy in 1814 making the plight of this man all the more seclusionary) This is a character who I will be doing other poems on. Ive decided to name him Richard Aarman. Oh and btw, for anyone who has a love of literature, they might notice some references to other works within the poem. Leave me a comment, I would love to know what peoplet think of this.
A little backround information on this piece, if you dont understand most of what's going on in this piece, you might want to search Mad As A Hatter and Bedlem (Or Bethlehem Royal Hospital) This poem is set in 1814, the last year Bedlem resided in the buildings in Moorfields. I chose this time because it was near the end of the "show of Bethlehem" which I wanted to have as a visual and moving image in this poem. Once again if you don't know anything about the origins of the phrase mad as a hatter or the history of Bedlem hospital I seriously urge you to look it up, I think you will find it very interesting. (On a side note, for anyone who really really knows their history, they might notice that while the poem is set in 1814, the phrase "Mad as a hatter" is not used in common use in England until around 1837, nevertheless, it was a phrase in its infancy in 1814 making the plight of this man all the more seclusionary) This is a character who I will be doing other poems on. Ive decided to name him Richard Aarman. Oh and btw, for anyone who has a love of literature, they might notice some references to other works within the poem. Leave me a comment, I would love to know what peoplet think of this.
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Very neat