Here’s a tale so long regaled it’s trite unto a kid
Some time back, a man’s new hat invited so he hid
Matter that he did

Under cap, the mind just snapped, his skin has been replaced
The thin textile, his spirit nubile, the peer of id amazed.
Little that had changed.
Member of yesterday.

Go be both and choose to
Rectify no other’s rule
A man who throws the world, and A candy perfume girl

Incipient air into their heart, they self they knew had went
Trading out the grims of him a greener she invent
Wearing total mint,
Knowing nil of lint.

The scars of light behind her eyes from blocking out the son
Far archived, the molly perches letting out a growl
Mirror version said,
“We concede”, alleged

I become the rule
My body the monocle
A man who throws the world, and A candy perfume girl

I’ll do what I can
Maybe someday I’ll marry the ice cream man

Then high on some path a lowly branch, discreetly its hand clenched
The accessory suspended, gone unnoticed by that tenant
The pride of veil in lift,
the bribe of being him

Wearing views it’s hard to choose so nether forth do they
Upon a praise to unlock self praise, I cower into modes instead
Flatter, that she intended
The Hatter hold his question