Hazel_The_Mad_Hatter

There once was a queer man named Hazel. He lived on a crooked hill in a grey crooked house with a red crooked door. He had long hair with a tall hat on his head. He sat at a crooked table in a crooked chair and ate red cake with a crooked fork off a crooked plate. <br />
There once was a boy named Jimmy and one day he found a grey crooked home that housed a crooked man. The boy sat in a crooked chair and listened to the man's crooked speech. And everday the boy arrived at the red crooked door to sit once again in the crooked chair. Until one day the man gave no crooked speech. Just a crooked smile.<br />
That day to home the boy never came. The streets where filled with woe as they called his name.<br />
There once was a queer man named Hazel. He lived on a crooked hill in a grey crooked house with a red crooked door. He stood in a crooked hallway with a crooked fork in hand. The boy would never be at his red door again.<br />
(c) Hazel and the poem.