The Trick Picnic

one more poem about regret

On a picnic with the mad hatter

I was never there

Everyone eles was where?

The tea and cake were splattered,

And we all ran out of beer..

Hey, little bunny, come here.



Alone again at party's end I find myself with you

Trying to pretend interest in a sky just because its blue.

Bound by rules, made by fools only by being your friend.

Alone again i wonder why?

The party had to end.