A tick, a tock, a pocket watch,
A sky of ink and butterscotch!
The rabbit runs on legs of light,
To catch the tail of noon-at-night!
The petals scream a silent tune,
Beneath a pink and pulsing moon.
Don’t drink the tea, it’s full of stars,
And tiny, golden handle-bars!
My shadow’s gone to fetch the mail,
In a thimble-boat with a paper sail.
The mushrooms groan and start to sneeze,
While logic buckles at the knees!
So tip your cap to the empty chair,
And weave some chaos through your hair!
For when the rabbit rings the bell,
There’s simply nothing left to tell!
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 