The young man
Politely asked his wife,
"Please put down that knife,
One cut is all I can stand."
His wife was
Confused as to why
He would tell this lie
When the air buzzed.
You must undertand
His wife had went quite mad,
So she wasn't all that bad.
Her joy was rather grand.
But she was not to blame,
He was never the same
After he played that game.
He'd gone quite insane.
To you I give one task,
If you meet a mad hatter,
And something seems the matter,
Please, don't ask.
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