In cobbled lanes where gears convene,
Stood Alice, goggled, quite a queen.
Her skirts of bronze, her boots so grand,
A clockwork wonder, wand in hand.
Beside her, Hatter, wild and bright,
With fiery hair and eyes alight.
A grin so vast, a teethy show,
“More tea, more steam! Where did time go?”
His top hat brimmed with ticking gears,
Ignoring all sensible fears.
For in this world of brass and steam,
A very mad and wondrous dream!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 