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At the Mad Tea Party
Assembled around the wobbly table,
The revelers babbled and blathered and prattled.
Never before had there been such a din
As their chairs all clanked and jangled and rattled.
"Such a lovely day for a party!"
The ladies twittered and chortled and giggled.
"A better tea party we've never seen!"
The men laughed so hard that their fat behinds jiggled.
Out of the racket emerged the question:
"Where is the host?" "Yes, where IS the host?"
With dizzying glances the guests raised their tea cups:
"We must make a toast." "Yes, let's make a toast!"
Somebody asked, "Is the host on a platform?"
"Platform?" "Yes, platform." "Does a platform exist?"
"Over there on the right-that backward-leaning dais!
The perfect platform. What a great twist!"
The fervor grew wild as the party guests prated.
Somebody wanted to throw in a prayer;
But efforts to do so were squelched in a hurry.
(That's what happens when there's too much hot air.)
The buzz grew louder and the voices grew shrill.
The chaos mounted as the tea kept flowing.
From a distance the chatter resembled a hen house--
Depending on which way the wind was blowing.
As the party began to become monotonous,
From out of nowhere appeared the Hatter.
"I've brought your favorite food," he said.
"A lot of nothing on a platter."
The guests went crazy; the cackling continued
As they rambled on about nothing nonstop.
One whispered, "How much fun we are having!
Who'd ever call this party a flop?"
"But we MUST have sandwiches!" exclaimed the Hatter.
"These are made of baloney and honey.
Don't worry; there are more than enough.
They're very simple and don't cost much money."
"By the way," continued the host,
"Does anybody here make sense?"
"Cents," laughed the guests. "We don't make cents.
We're all about dollars. Man, are you dense!"
"But the hands on the clock do not move," a guest noticed.
The Hatter said smiling, "Then answer my riddle:
When stuck in time and not moving forward,
How does the middle play second fiddle?"
But the guests were stumped; they couldn't answer.
They were too caught up in the moment for sure.
(Besides, some of them found it hard
To distinguish deep thinking from cow manure.)
"What about games?" some guests queried.
"A tea party's nothing without some croquet."
"We have the ideal game," beamed the Hatter,
"Called YOU Figure Out What I'm Trying to Say."
The guests were elated. "Hurrah!" they yelled.
From miles away you could hear the mad squall.
"We love games that let us fool others.
This is the greatest tea party of all!"
(7-6-14)
The revelers babbled and blathered and prattled.
Never before had there been such a din
As their chairs all clanked and jangled and rattled.
"Such a lovely day for a party!"
The ladies twittered and chortled and giggled.
"A better tea party we've never seen!"
The men laughed so hard that their fat behinds jiggled.
Out of the racket emerged the question:
"Where is the host?" "Yes, where IS the host?"
With dizzying glances the guests raised their tea cups:
"We must make a toast." "Yes, let's make a toast!"
Somebody asked, "Is the host on a platform?"
"Platform?" "Yes, platform." "Does a platform exist?"
"Over there on the right-that backward-leaning dais!
The perfect platform. What a great twist!"
The fervor grew wild as the party guests prated.
Somebody wanted to throw in a prayer;
But efforts to do so were squelched in a hurry.
(That's what happens when there's too much hot air.)
The buzz grew louder and the voices grew shrill.
The chaos mounted as the tea kept flowing.
From a distance the chatter resembled a hen house--
Depending on which way the wind was blowing.
As the party began to become monotonous,
From out of nowhere appeared the Hatter.
"I've brought your favorite food," he said.
"A lot of nothing on a platter."
The guests went crazy; the cackling continued
As they rambled on about nothing nonstop.
One whispered, "How much fun we are having!
Who'd ever call this party a flop?"
"But we MUST have sandwiches!" exclaimed the Hatter.
"These are made of baloney and honey.
Don't worry; there are more than enough.
They're very simple and don't cost much money."
"By the way," continued the host,
"Does anybody here make sense?"
"Cents," laughed the guests. "We don't make cents.
We're all about dollars. Man, are you dense!"
"But the hands on the clock do not move," a guest noticed.
The Hatter said smiling, "Then answer my riddle:
When stuck in time and not moving forward,
How does the middle play second fiddle?"
But the guests were stumped; they couldn't answer.
They were too caught up in the moment for sure.
(Besides, some of them found it hard
To distinguish deep thinking from cow manure.)
"What about games?" some guests queried.
"A tea party's nothing without some croquet."
"We have the ideal game," beamed the Hatter,
"Called YOU Figure Out What I'm Trying to Say."
The guests were elated. "Hurrah!" they yelled.
From miles away you could hear the mad squall.
"We love games that let us fool others.
This is the greatest tea party of all!"
(7-6-14)
