The air is a screaming cyan and gold,
Where whiskers of madness are fiercely unrolled!
The Hatter’s hat spins, a chaotic cyclone,
His eyes like two clocks, ticking wildly alone!
The Hare beats a drum on a teapot quite cracked,
Yelling, “NO ROOM! NO ROOM!” and can never track back.
The Queen’s face is purple—a temper-tantrum hue—
“OFF WITH THEIR HEADS! And your teacups too!”
Alice, she stands in the whirling Van Gogh,
Her ribbons are snapping, a frantic bow!
The Caterpillar smokes ’til the canvas turns green,
A dizzying, madcap, and glorious scene!
Swirl, swirl, goes the paint, like a turbulent ocean,
Lost is all reason, logic, and motion!
The White Rabbit weeps, for he’s utterly lost,
In this masterpiece maelstrom, whatever the cost!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 