Alice and Mad Hatter: Mad LoveThe White Queen hastily reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle from it. It was a small bottle, rather skinny, containing a light, purple liquid. She handed it to Alice, giving her a sad smile.
"Take it. You deserve it. You've EARNED it. You've saved us all."
Alice stared longingly at the bottle, knowing it would grant her the one wish that she desired the most if she was to drink the purple liquid bubbling inside of it. She took the bottle, held it up closely to her beautiful face, blinking at the sight. "If..." she said quietly. "If I drink this, will... Will it take me home...?" The White Queen nodded slowly. "If that is what you wish," she said, rather uncomfortably.
Alice stared at it some more, then, sighing, slowly twisted off the black lid that was keeping the liquid from spilling out, and tossed it aside. She heard gasps of surprise, shock, and even disappointment.
She slowly turned around, only to see each and every one of her friends staring longingly at her. "Please
HatterDrink from my cup
sit in my chair
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party without me.
No tea without a Mad Hatter.
Mad As A HatterMad As A Hatter
I pull my hat low upon my brow
My hands trembling, convulsing now
I wipe the drool from off my chin
And try to walk upright again
I stumble, screaming out a horrific sound
I have fallen once more to the ground
I cannot stop the shrieking
How many biscuits are there today?
A COPPER A WATCHMAN!
No, no n-n-n-n-no sir, I-I-I-I
Hattah Hattah Hattah Haigha
It comes from within yet I know not where
I crawl now with frightful despair
I only wish to return home
Saved from the tempers which are my own
And here they come their coat of white
I have no voice to tell my plight
And yet I laugh and mumble so
Ten o-o-o-o-over six NO!
Where did everybody g-g-go?
Mommy never loved me
I want to lay in a flowerpot
OH! the butcher is raining
Now, amid my padded walls
And curdling screams of darkened halls
And arms tied tight around my side
The laughter I cannot subside
The price you pay, or so it seems
For the finest hat in all Bedleem
Chester Gangfield x Victorian!Reader - SWEET TOOTHA NOTE FROM AUTHOR:
Just a little something tide over my female readers on this fine Valentine's Day. I've been planning to do this since last year, and have been preparing it on and off for the past couple of weeks, so I hope you girls enjoy it. Written especially for the cynics among you. *wink-wink*
Go forth in love~!
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