On Taco Isle, of an autumn day

[Tanzoria]

I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair
would weave a snare
That I might one day rue

[Jabberwocky]

Her hair, made of a hue or two
A snare comprised, which made do
A hare to catch for Irish stew
I'd eat some. Wouldn't you?

[Donnee]

I saw the danger in munching hare,

yet I passed along the salad tray,

And I said, let bunny juice be like a fallen leaf

at the bottom of the dismay.

[Jabberwocky]

While I pondered weak and weary
Penning lines both bleak and dreary
In walked my devoted deary
With a tome by Timmy Leary.

[Aersoldorf]

Leary, he was wont to say, turn on, tune in my friends
Drop out and enjoy your trip, then pray it never ends.
Journey down the rabbit hole, March Hare will show the way,
Eat me cake your mind will bake, no heads will roll today.

[Jabberwocky]

That cake was left out in the rain
The icing made to drip and drain
MacArthur Park's visual folly
Worthy of the Spaniard Dali.