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The Cat at the crossroad

The cat at the cross road

A mile wide grin

It smells of sin

I asked where to go

When you are running from a foe

Look is all he said and flowed ahead

I want to question but when a Bandersnatch is on your back you tend not to doubt

The cheshire cat

I Ran like bat

Out the mad hatter's hat

Tears in my eyes for the fear I might died

If my feet don't catch up to the beat of my heart that sounds like a Tom Tom drum in a upbeat song

I gasped for air as I saw the hare

In the deep blue chair

I heard the hatter laugh

For his chair had collapsed

I sighed in relief

And thanked the cat

But all he say as he sat on my head was

"we not late for tea,

Thanks to me"

Author note

This is what happen when I am on a cheshire cat kick

I am off to the tea party