The Cheshire Cat

April 15, 2010
A sight like that
A headless cat
Is not so strange to see
But a bodiless smile
Is worth your while
For it will fill you with glee

I can speak in a riddle
And do not piddle
With meaningless bursts of prose
I prefer rather
To dither and dather
With things you can only suppose.

I provide clues
And snippets of news
But never what you want to hear
In order to know
Which way you should go
You must lend me an ear.

I will tell you of cards
Of queens and their yards
Of hatters that love to have tea
Then I’ll leave you there
My smile mid-air
For none is as mad as me.

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