Talk:March Hare/@comment-38.108.126.194-20150317151000/@comment-26106762-20150616000819

I invite the mailman in for drinks (not saying anything to avoid misconceptions) while I think of something else to write back. It turned out to be something like this: "Dear pen pal:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

For some odd reason,

I still don't know you.

Ravens are black,

and trees are pure green.

I'm sending this back

To one who's obscene

Sense of humor frustrates

While this mailman masturbates.

Roses are red

Violets are blue.

Don't freak out

But I'm coming for you."

And so I journey with the Hare to find out that my pen pal was the Queen of Hearts. Ahh, good times.