Mad Hatter

 In a little shop of hats,

There lives a man who’s slightly mad.

He barks at the chimney,

Talks to the walls

And worst of all he sings to the floors.

Alone he works throughout the day,

Quite content he chirps away.

In a cage, there is a bird,

It’s been dead since the twenty-third.

But still, he taps on its cage,

His hands dyed black, fuchsia and beige.

Author's Note

Not yet completed just want to see people's reactions.

Reviews

[Victor Warui]

This gives a panoramic vivid description, making the reader to get involved in it. The rhymes are so rhythmic, anyone can hum along. Great work... Can't wait to see it all finished.