My Dear Mad Hatter,
I didn’t want to be the one to break this to you,
but you have an emergency on your hands.
I’m not sure you noticed,
but while you were looking elsewhere,
someone up and stole
your top hat right off your head.
And I know it was your favorite,
complete with mercury lining.
We should send word
to the queen of hearts
to send her suited guards by.
Seriously, this is worse than that time
when the rabbit invited that weird,
golden haired houseguest to
crash the Wonderland.
But it’ll work out.
No need to break up your tea party.
Let’s just sit down and
have some unbirthday cake.
Can you pass the tea?