Mad Tea PartyA Poem by RastaChiko™The first poem I ever wrote. May 28th, 2008.The Mad Hatter pours tea. With an upsidedown flair, as the Cheshire Cat stands on his head. The white rabbit stays frantic as ever. The March-Hare is laughing madly, about the Mouse's poem. Young Alice, poor Alice. Tied to her chair. Her words cut off with an axe along with her head. Who did such a thing to poor Alice? Not the cards, nor the King or the Queen. Not the flowers, nor the cattipillar or the doorknob. No, not at all. The axe rests in the hands of the Mad Hatter. His tea cup bloody and cracked. What did you exspect? I mean, he is mad after all. © 2012 RastaChiko™Reviews
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4 Reviews Added on May 28, 2008 Last Updated on June 15, 2012 AuthorRastaChiko™Flaming O's Records, MAAboutI could tell my parents hated me. My bath toys were a toaster and a radio. My name is Heather. I'd rather be called something more creative. I am seventeen, turning a sweet eighteenth in January. I.. more..Writing
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