- Non-Erotic Poetry
- We’re All Mad Here
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Her petticoat bounced as tables grew nearer,
A hare and top-hat man sat chattering,
As she drew close, the cups went splattering,
"There's surely no room," said the hat wearer.
She sat with them, a cup growing clearer,
After nonsense went on about hattering.
She wondered why more weren't gathering
For this was a party, so very clever.
Then she was taken, sudden, off her guard,
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"
The mad hatter asked her, but seeming bored.
She pondered for an instant answer, barred,
But the riddle only seemed to perplex
And the hatter smiled, as madness warred.
