Ten Shillings and Sixpence

 
I thought I was tripping on some mushrooms  
When the room started spinning incessantly,
In the whirl I thought my world had gone mad,
But the bad part was…this was only the beginning.
 
In the realm of twisted dream and warped reality,
Everything seemed so fantastic and kind of gnarly,
When out of habit I came and crashed a gathering,
But the bash was really a private tea party.
 
Dropping in uninvited the hosts weren’t too excited,
Unbeknownst I had accidentally started a feud,
I took my watch and saw I said I had time to kill,
But the hosts just said that I was being rude.
 
Pardon me, I said to one of them, I like your hat,
Would you by any chance have one for sale?
But the fellow went a tad mad with his doodads,
Raving about ravens, desks and other tales.
 
It was insane, the way they continued to sing,
While I just sat there watching chilling in suspense,
Then I remembered I had money my pocket
So I shouted, I’ll give you ten shillings and sixpence.
 
And that’s how I came to own this hat.