The Mad Hatter (A Poem)

I think we should all dress up

like the mad hatter one day

and pretend we have mercury poisoning

and pretend to be insane

because the best people are.

And we could all have white faces

and green eyes

and thimbles on our fingers

and top hats on our heads

with ribbons tied on top

and wear pants that are too short

and do dances that are physically impossible

and wonder, 'Why is a raven like a writing desk?'

and skip instead of walk

and fall in love with people who fall down holes in trees

and walk on the table, not just put our elbows on it

and throw hats across rivers

and make itsy bitsy dresses

and hide our loves in teapots

and give awkwardly beautiful hugs.