As Mad As A Hatter

This was written for Skulgirl. You are awesome and insane. I think I have finally worked out how to climb inside people's brains and reflect their personality in my poetry.

As Mad As A Hatter

She’s as mad as a hatter

Completely insane

She’s batty. She’s crazy.

She’s got mice in her brain.

But Skulgirl just grinned

And looked up at her hat

Which was tall and quite baggy

And battered and flat

And she said with a smile

Of course I am mad

All the best people are

And it makes life less sad.

Yes I live in a teapot!

I like to eat mice

And I don’t own a fez

And I like to drink rice.

For within her large hat

That she wore on her head

She kept thirteen skulls

From the foot of her bed.

And she talked to them often

I do not deny

Excepting for Ethel

(Of course you know why).

For Ethel is rude

And she’s yellow and old

With blood on her eye socket

Covered in mould.

And she cackled with glee

When the scary men came

In their neon white coats

And their dreary long name.

With a dusty white van

To take her away

Instead Skulgirl laughed

And ran off on a tray.

And she said to her skulls

I am perfectly sane

Look I just made a joke!

Shall I say it again?

I am sane!

I am sane!

I am sane!

I am sane!

For I’m perfectly happy

To talk with my friends

Though they may be unusual

It really depends

On whether a raven

Can sing in the dark

And if so can a writing desk

Walk through a park.

And although you may scorn me

My secret is this.

With knowledge come spoons

And with apples comes bliss!