Oh, bother and bluster, and cogs in the head!
My teacup is empty, my sanity fled!
A tick-tock of madness, a dizzying spin,
Where is the joy, where does chaos begin?
My eyes are like saucers, my smile’s quite askew,
A day without logic, eternally new!
The steam from my brew whispers secrets untold,
Of moments quite frantic, of stories too bold!
My hat, it’s a shambles, much like my own mind,
With patches of nonsense, for all humankind!
The gears in the ether, they clatter and chime,
Is it teatime forever, or just for a time?
A jumble of trinkets, and teabags that fly,
A world in a muddle, beneath a mad sky!
Though tired and tattered, my spirit still gleams,
For the maddest of thoughts fuel the wildest of dreams!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 