Mad Hatter Day Poem by Mark Heathcote

'5 teaspoons of sugar-
found in a full-fat Coke today,
turn-down that woofer
children, why's there such disarray.'

Like a box of frogs
we all have our Mad Hatter day,
at times in a strop
we're deflated, like a soufflé.

So then we're somewhat-
boisterous in-our-cabaret
nutty as a coconut
playing-all-parts in-a-matinee.

Well, keep taking them-
'White tablets' that's all I can say,
'another cup of tea, hmm.'
I'd love an additional Earl Grey.