The Mad Hatter's Tea Party
This poem was inspired by a previous one...
The Mad Hatter
I wonder if the Reaper likes a cup of tea
He could join us at my tea party
I’ll invite him along to see
He could sample my tasty layer cake
and my posh conserves
maybe he’ll be nice to me
And I'd give him his just deserts
If I need a knife to cut
my delicious carrot cake
perhaps he’ll lend me his razor-sharp scythe
I hope for heaven's sake
as I wield a downward blow
it slices off his head
I'd make a tasty effigy
of 'The Reaper' in gingerbread
That would be quite funny
Que the Queen's well-worn catchphrase...
"Off with his head!"
As we watched it rolling down the hill
and headless dead he lays.
But who would then collect the souls
at their end of days?
Gosh! What a quandary that would surely be
Who do you think might know...
What was that vicar dear,
Oh! Would you like more tea?